Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the
off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and piss
Urine burnin', I could the liquor in this
Cats always pick up the fist
Duff this out
stoop just to get to your crib
Now it's like who's face? warped? too sauced
thoughts, on my corpse on the asphalt
Back I'd slack more, rock my slacks or my ass
Everytime, I rap I
when I catch Cor', I always had sports
Dippin' on cops in my track
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 on tight, abuse these mics
See me, I'm the contusion
A cat to smack a mic and catch my fuckin' when I'm losing height
Ratking, never 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 your captain
Bet twenty hots on your
To someone go Nolia Clap them, cold and passive
Cause' was the one that 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 right back in the slot
In 09', we took the 7 to the 17 to the block
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 bitches that ain't if it's a hit and run
I got to go I don't do the crying bro
She Mario, I'm tryna' keep the whining to a
Piggies come, bet I'm quicker than I finish rum
Find me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers and my like they was chicken crumbs
The room spinnin', finna' yak if I don't hit the
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 I'm traveling six hours or more
out on the tour, got kicked out of the morgue
Spit cattle manure shit, shit, rally the
Tally the