Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin good with my life
I was out feelin untouchable, rock grown men
I dunno how hes done it but my lawyer is a gee for 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 gulliest in the
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 crack house, all night
See man OD'in of the needle and the needle and the
When mornin to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
There was we wernt slingin
at me now I'm singin
At my little sons
Mums gotta skits out, when she 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 these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you make a
When ya a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I never to be one
But I've been around Dappy and makers
It's football and music, or let the streets us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
blow and make up a part
They liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta on everybody bangs
And I give a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes look shit, a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these make me sick
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 event I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks never say my name
I came, from a place it's all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and the boys nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, over shit
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the chillin
at me now spittin
Teeth still
Pass my hood
Big A R chain swingin
so I'm boastin
I can burn
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was ballin
My all had smiles on their faces they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some tracksuite
round the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I it wasnt fair mate
We'd lick a lappys
And we'd up at the staircase
B was the realest thing that I believed in
Didn't think 4 years down the line, I'd 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
recognise real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you make a
it!