Luyện nghe bài hát Suck Yourself

Instead of doin somethin good with my
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 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 in the ends
out to Tinchy, I was smaller than my guns
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 used to come I'd smell mingin
The weather was always fucked my never stopped dingin'
Cubba, white, brown pills, you can name me
was nothin we wernt slingin
Look at me now I'm
At my little grinnin
Mums gotta skits out, when she her new yard n kitchen
The needs 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 that you ain't never cocked no still
Real real!
You the deal
If ya on this ting and you talkin shit
I'ma see ya you make a mill
When you a mill
ya make a mill, I'ma see ya
Respected by G's cos I tried to be one
But I've been around Dappy and makers
It's and music, or let the streets take us (no lie)
Uh, I lie in my bars
Artist blow and make up a
They start to the listeners, I tell em be yaself, the real G's ain't listenin!
But nowadays everybodys bad, everybodys gotta strap on bangs
And I give a shit if ya grinding
if ya clothes look shit, a tramp!
I'm sick and tired of these 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
It's an event I shows up
The money it up, day by day
And baby, pricks should say my name
I came, from a place where all or nothin'
So I'ma take all and the boys nothin'
Leave the scuffin' yeah, fightin over shit
Number 2 album, I'm the shit
Ey yo Da's now were winnin
We use to be in the chillin
Look at me now
Teeth grinnin
through my hood
Big gully A R chain
Paid so I'm
I can bread
On 1 4 corner
yourself!
You kill! (You don't kill!)
I can tell the way you talk about these fuckin straps that you never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal (You know the deal)
If ya on ting and you ain't talkin shit
I'ma see ya when you make a
you make a mill
Yo
I was never
My trainers all had smiles on their they were talkin
Always dressin bummy in oversized tracksuite
Runnin the streets where the gully is the black dudes
Robbin Niggers faced
I knew it wasnt fair
We'd lick a couple
And we'd up at the staircase
Uncle B was the 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 that you ain't never cocked no still
recognise real!
You the deal! (Ungrateful!)
If ya on this ting and you ain't talkin
I'ma see ya when you a mill
you make a mill
it!