Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, gettin' kicked out the crib
Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and
Urine burnin', I could the liquor in this
Cats tryna' pick up the fist
Duff this out
Rappers stoop just to get to crib
Now it's like face? who's warped? too sauced
Distort thoughts, on my corpse on the
Back when I'd slack more, rock my or my ass
Everytime, I rap I
Back when I catch Cor', I always had
on cops in my track shorts
So my mom I ahad to make it right
I lie night about the lime-light so I could lie at night
And tell my I gotta' take advice
my head screwed on tight, abuse these mics
See me, I'm the contusion
A cat to smack a mic and catch my hair when I'm losing height
Ratking, never 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 captain
Bet twenty hots on Daddy
To someone go Nolia Clap them, probably and passive
Cause' Pops' was the one got to me
Feeling down like he passed it and when I'm cornered, it's
I was kinda' out the game, I'ma put the quarter right 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 lyrics to box with
And some pretty bitches that ain't trip if a hit and run
I got to go cause' I do the crying bro
She Mario, I'm keep the whining to a minimum
Piggies come, bet I'm splittin' quicker than I rum
Find me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers and my like they 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' went
Doc's fanatics, when I'm traveling six hours or more
Brick out on the tour, got out of the morgue
Spit cattle shit, shit, rally the Horsemen
Tally the