Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of somethin 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 keepin me pen
If it wernt for him and my paps, I'd be at a 10
We all to shot food but it was more about who was the gulliest 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 smell
The weather was always fucked my line never stopped
Cubba, white, pills, you can name me anything
There was nothin we wernt
at me now I'm singin
At my little grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n
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 never no still
Real real!
You know the
If ya on this ting and you ain't shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
you make a mill
When ya make a mill, see ya
by G's cos I never tried to be one
But been around Dappy and money makers
It's football and music, or let the take us (no lie)
Uh, I never lie in my
Artist and make up a part
They start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, gotta strap on everybody bangs
And I don't a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes look shit, a tramp!
I'm sick and of these Youtube gee's, gettin pissed of because ya girl Youtubes me
I swear down these Niggers me sick
Na na nii, up a C
Please, Mr Munks all
Ya think my hair weren't cut the way I'm good in my
I through like sho they show love
It's an whenever I shows up
The it goes up, day by day
And baby, pricks should never say my
I came, from a place where it's all or
So I'ma all and leave the boys nothin'
the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, Nigger I'm the
Ey yo Da's look now were
We use to be in the flats
Look at me now
Teeth grinnin
Pass my hood
Big A R chain swingin
so I'm boastin
I can burn
On 1 4 ways
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these straps that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You know the (You know the deal)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you a mill
When you a mill
Yo
I was ballin
My trainers all had on their faces they were talkin
Always dressin in some oversized tracksuite
Runnin round the streets where the gully is the black
Robbin bare faced
I knew it wasnt mate
lick a couple lappys
And meet up at the staircase
Uncle B was the realest thing I believed in
think 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 cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
see ya when you make a mill
When you make a
it!