Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, still gettin' out the crib
off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and piss
Urine burnin', I could the liquor in this
always tryna' pick up the fist
Duff this out
Rappers stoop to get to your crib
Now it's like face? who's warped? too sauced
thoughts, on my corpse on the asphalt
Back when I'd more, rock my slacks or my ass
Everytime, I rap I
Back when I catch Cor', I had sports
Dippin' on in my track shorts
So tell my mom I ahad to make it
I lie every about the lime-light so I could lie at night
And tell my Pops' I gotta' advice
my head screwed on tight, abuse these mics
See me, I'm the contusion
A cat to smack a mic and catch my fuckin' hair I'm losing height
Ratking, losing hype, no
It's Ratking and I do it
Ratking, yeah, I do it nice,

Bitch, I skated before I it
You'd me before your captain
Bet twenty on your Daddy
To someone go Nolia Clap them, cold and passive
Cause' Pops' was the one got to me
down like he passed it and when I'm cornered, it's action
I was kinda' out the game, I'ma put the quarter right back in the
In 09', we took the 7 to the 17 to the block
Bitch, if yo' nigga had Supreme, we was the he copped it
And nowadays, I'm on a hustle lyrics to box
And some pretty bitches that ain't if it's a hit and run
I got to go cause' I do the crying bro
She Mario, I'm tryna' keep the to a minimum
Piggies come, bet I'm splittin' than I finish rum
Find me Indica, nuggets on my fingers and my shirt like they was chicken crumbs
The room spinnin', yak if I don't hit the blunt
Got the wagon, slim chances of me getting up
After this, mind in the trash next to where my fuckin' passion
Doc's fanatics, half-a-Xanax I'm traveling six hours or more
out on the tour, got kicked out of the morgue
Spit manure shit, shit, rally the Horsemen
Tally the