Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, still 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 dude out
Rappers stoop just to get to your
Now it's who's face? who's warped? too sauced
thoughts, on my corpse 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 to make it right
I lie every night the lime-light so I could lie at night
And my Pops' I gotta' take advice
my head screwed 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, 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 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 when I'm cornered, it's
I was out the game, I'ma put the quarter right back in the slot
In 09', we took the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the
Bitch, if yo' had Supreme, we was the reason he copped it
And nowadays, I'm on a hustle lyrics to box
And some pretty that ain't trip if it's a hit and run
I got to go I don't do the crying bro
She Mario, I'm tryna' the whining to a minimum
Piggies come, bet I'm quicker than I finish rum
Find me 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, chances 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
Brick out on the tour, got out of the morgue
Spit cattle shit, shit, rally the Horsemen
Tally the