Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock men
I dunno how hes it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen
If it for him and my paps, I'd be lookin at a 10
We all used to shot food but it was more about who was the in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my
One thing we wouldnt do and that was a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the house, all night long
See man OD'in of the needle and the and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd mingin
The was always fucked my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
There was nothin we slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my sons grinnin
gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene coachin
Put your'e album out, same day as us and we'll see roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't cocked no still
Real real!
You know the
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you a mill
ya make a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I tried to be one
But I've been around and money makers
It's and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
blow and make up a part
They start to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I give a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl me
I swear down these Niggers make me
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr all good
Ya my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass through like sho show love
It's an whenever I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, should never say my name
I came, from a place where it's all or
So take all and leave the boys nothin'
Leave the scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
2 album, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the chillin
at me now spittin
Teeth still
through my hood
Big A R chain swingin
so I'm boastin
I can burn
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on this and you ain't talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had on their faces they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some tracksuite
Runnin round the streets the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers bare
I knew it wasnt mate
We'd lick a lappys
And we'd meet up at the
Uncle B was the thing that I believed in
Didn't 4 years down the line, I'd still be grievin'
And I leavin, so ...
yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you make a
it!