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 smell the liquor in
Cats always pick up the fist
Duff dude out
Rappers just 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 slack more, rock my or my ass
Everytime, I rap I
Back when I catch Cor', I always had
Dippin' on cops in my track
So tell my mom I ahad to it right
I lie every night the lime-light so I could lie at night
And tell my Pops' I take advice
Keep my head on tight, abuse these mics
See me, I'm the contusion
A cat to smack a mic and catch my fuckin' when I'm losing height
Ratking, never hype, no
It's Ratking and I do it
Ratking, yeah, I do it nice,

Bitch, I skated I rapped it
You'd take me before captain
Bet twenty hots on your
To someone go Nolia them, probably cold and passive
Pops' was the one that got to me
Feeling down like he passed it and I'm cornered, it's action
I was kinda' out the game, I'ma put the quarter right back in the
In 09', we the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the block
Bitch, if yo' nigga had Supreme, we was the he copped it
And nowadays, I'm on a hustle to box with
And some bitches 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 tryna' the whining to a minimum
Piggies come, bet I'm quicker than I finish rum
Find me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers and my shirt like was chicken crumbs
The spinnin', finna' yak if I don't hit the blunt
Got the chin wagon, slim of me getting up
After this, mind in the trash next to where my fuckin' passion
Doc's fanatics, half-a-Xanax when I'm traveling six hours or
Brick out on the tour, got out of the morgue
Spit manure shit, shit, rally the Horsemen
the corpses