Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, gettin' kicked 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 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 always had
Dippin' on in my track shorts
So my mom I ahad to make it right
I lie every about the lime-light so I could lie at night
And tell my Pops' I gotta' take
Keep my head on tight, abuse these mics
See me, I'm the type
A cat to smack a mic and my fuckin' 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 skated before I it
You'd take me before your
Bet hots on your Daddy
To someone go Nolia them, probably cold and passive
Cause' was the one that got to me
Feeling down like he it and when I'm cornered, it's action
I was kinda' out the game, put the quarter right back in the slot
In 09', we took the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the
Bitch, if yo' nigga had Supreme, we was the he copped it
And nowadays, I'm on a hustle to box with
And some pretty bitches that ain't if it's a hit and run
I got to go cause' I don't do the bro
She Mario, I'm tryna' keep the to a minimum
Piggies come, bet I'm splittin' 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 wagon, slim chances of me getting up
After this, mind in the trash next to where my passion went
Doc's fanatics, half-a-Xanax when I'm six hours or more
Brick out on the tour, got out of the morgue
Spit cattle manure shit, shit, rally the
the corpses