Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, still gettin' out the crib
Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and
Urine burnin', I could the liquor in this
Cats always tryna' up the fist
Duff dude out
Rappers stoop just to get to crib
Now it's like who's face? who's too sauced
Distort thoughts, on my on the asphalt
Back when I'd more, rock my slacks or my ass
Everytime, I rap I
Back when I Cor', I always had sports
Dippin' on in my track shorts
So tell my mom I ahad to it right
I lie night about the lime-light so I could lie at night
And tell my I gotta' take advice
Keep my head screwed on tight, abuse these
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 and I do it right
Ratking, yeah, I do it nice,

Bitch, I before I rapped it
You'd take me your captain
Bet hots on your Daddy
To someone go Clap them, probably cold and passive
Pops' was the one that got to me
Feeling down he passed it and when I'm cornered, it's action
I was kinda' out the game, I'ma put the quarter back in the slot
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 lyrics to box with
And some pretty bitches ain't trip 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 quicker than I finish rum
Find me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers and my shirt like was chicken crumbs
The room spinnin', yak if I don't hit the blunt
Got the chin wagon, slim chances of me up
After this, mind in the trash next to my fuckin' passion went
Doc's fanatics, half-a-Xanax I'm traveling six hours or more
Brick out on the tour, got kicked out of the
Spit cattle manure shit, shit, the Horsemen
the corpses