Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good my life
I was out feelin untouchable, tryna grown 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 gulliest in the
Shout out to Tinchy, I was smaller my guns
One we wouldnt do and that was shot a mans mum
But I was jammed up at the crack house, all 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 my line never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my little sons
Mums 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 straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you a mill
When ya make a mill, see ya
Respected by G's cos I tried to be one
But I've been around and money makers
football and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist blow and make up a
They start liein to the listeners, I em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't give a shit if ya
if ya clothes look shit, a tramp!
I'm and tired 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 hair weren't cut the way I'm in my hood
I through like sho they show love
It's an whenever I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks never say my name
I came, from a place where all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and leave the nothin'
Leave the boys yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's look now winnin
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
Teeth grinnin
Pass my hood
Big gully A R swingin
Paid so I'm
I can burn
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You don't kill! (You kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you ain't never no still
recognise real!
You know the deal (You the deal)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make a mill
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had smiles on their faces they talkin
Always dressin bummy in some tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers bare
I it wasnt fair mate
lick a couple lappys
And meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest that I believed in
Didn't think 4 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 these fuckin straps that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
When you a mill
it!