Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

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

Bitch, I before I rapped it
You'd take me before your
Bet hots on your Daddy
To go Nolia Clap them, probably cold and passive
Cause' Pops' was the one got to me
Feeling down like he it and when I'm cornered, it's action
I was kinda' out the game, I'ma put the right back in the slot
In 09', we the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the block
Bitch, if yo' had Supreme, we was the reason he copped it
And nowadays, I'm on a hustle to box with
And some pretty that ain't trip if it's a hit and run
I got to go cause' I don't do the bro
She Mario, I'm keep the whining to a minimum
Piggies come, bet I'm splittin' quicker I finish rum
me some 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 chin wagon, slim of me getting up
After this, mind in the trash to where my fuckin' passion went
Doc's fanatics, half-a-Xanax when I'm traveling six or more
out on the tour, got kicked out of the morgue
Spit cattle shit, shit, rally the Horsemen
Tally the