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 smell the in this
Cats always pick up the fist
Duff dude out
Rappers just to get to your crib
Now it's like who's face? warped? too sauced
Distort thoughts, on my corpse on the
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 cops in my track
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' advice
Keep my head on tight, abuse these mics
See me, I'm the type
A cat to smack a mic and catch my fuckin' hair when I'm losing
Ratking, losing 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 cold and
Cause' was the one that got to me
Feeling down like he passed it and when I'm cornered, action
I was kinda' out the game, I'ma put the quarter 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 ain't trip 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 whining to a
come, bet I'm splittin' quicker than I finish rum
Find me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers and my shirt like they was crumbs
The room spinnin', finna' yak if I don't hit the
Got the chin wagon, slim of me getting up
After this, mind in the trash next to where my 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
Tally the