Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of somethin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna grown men
I how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for keepin me outta pen
If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be at a 10
We all used to shot food but it was more who was the gulliest in the ends
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller my guns
One we wouldnt do and that was shot a mans mum
But I was up at the crack house, all night long
See man of the needle and the needle and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd smell
The weather was always fucked my line never stopped
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
There was nothin we slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my little sons
Mums gotta skits out, she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene needs
Put your'e out, same day as us and we'll see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you talk about these straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you a mill
When ya a mill, I'ma see ya
by G's cos I never tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and makers
It's and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist and make up a part
start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on bangs
And I don't give a shit if ya
if ya look shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these Niggers me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr all good
Ya think my weren't cut the way I'm good in my hood
I pass like sho they show love
It's an event I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, should never say my name
I came, from a place where all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and leave the boys
Leave the scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo Da's look now winnin
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
Teeth still
Pass my hood
Big gully A R swingin
so I'm boastin
I can bread
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on ting 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 smiles on their they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some oversized
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black
Robbin bare faced
I knew it fair mate
lick a couple lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing that I in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd still be
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 a mill
it!