Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna rock 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 than my
One thing we wouldnt do and was shot a mans mum
But I was up at the crack house, all night long
See man OD'in of the needle and the and the bong
When mornin used to come I'd smell
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 sons grinnin
Mums gotta out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The scene needs
Put your'e album out, day as us and we'll see who's roastin!
yourself!
You kill!
I can tell the way you talk about fuckin straps that you ain't never 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
When ya a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and money
football 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 on everybody bangs
And I don't a shit if ya grinding
if ya look shit, your'e a tramp!
I'm sick and of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these make 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 through sho they show love
an event whenever I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, should 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, fightin over
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo look now were winnin
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
Teeth still
Pass through my
Big gully A R swingin
Paid so I'm
I can burn
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you never cocked no still
Real real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
see ya when you make a mill
When you make a
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they were
Always dressin bummy in some oversized
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black
Niggers bare faced
I it wasnt fair mate
We'd lick a couple
And we'd meet up at the
Uncle B was the realest thing I believed in
Didn't think 4 years the line, I'd still be grievin'
And I leavin, so ...
yourself! (Suck yourslef!)
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you make a
it!