Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin good with my life
I was out untouchable, tryna rock grown men
I dunno how hes 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 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 crack house, all long
See man OD'in of the needle and the needle and the
mornin used to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my line stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can me anything
was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my sons grinnin
gotta skits out, when she sees her new yard n kitchen
The needs coachin
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 these fuckin straps that you never cocked no still
Real real!
You know the
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make 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 and money 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 start liein to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on everybody
And I don't a shit if ya grinding
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 Niggers make me
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 pass through like sho they show
an event whenever I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, pricks never say my name
I came, from a place where it's all or
So I'ma take all and leave the nothin'
Leave the boys scuffin' yeah, fightin shit
2 album, Nigger I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's look now were
We use to be in the flats
at me now spittin
Teeth still
through my hood
Big gully A R chain
so I'm boastin
I can bread
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
I'ma see ya you make a mill
you make a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in some tracksuite
Runnin the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I knew it wasnt mate
We'd lick a couple
And we'd meet up at the
Uncle B was the realest thing that I 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 ain't talkin
see ya when you make a mill
When you make a
it!