Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, still gettin' out the crib
Ripped off my bib, out my food, hiccup and piss
burnin', I could smell the liquor in this
Cats always tryna' up the fist
Duff this out
Rappers stoop to get to your crib
Now like 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 always had
Dippin' on cops in my shorts
So tell my mom I ahad to it right
I lie every night about the 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 fuckin' hair when I'm height
Ratking, losing hype, no
Ratking and I do it right
Ratking, yeah, I do it nice,

Bitch, I skated I rapped it
You'd take me before your
Bet twenty hots on your
To someone go Nolia Clap them, probably and passive
Cause' 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, 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 lyrics 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
come, bet I'm splittin' 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 when I'm six hours or more
Brick out on the tour, got kicked out of the
Spit cattle shit, shit, rally the Horsemen
the corpses