Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, still kicked out the crib
Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, and piss
Urine burnin', I could the liquor in this
Cats always tryna' pick up the
Duff dude out
stoop just to get to your crib
Now it's like who's face? warped? too sauced
Distort thoughts, on my on the asphalt
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 tell my mom I ahad to make it
I lie night about the lime-light so I could lie at night
And tell my Pops' I gotta' advice
Keep my head screwed on tight, abuse these
See me, I'm the type
A cat to smack a mic and catch my fuckin' hair when I'm height
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 hots on your Daddy
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, action
I was kinda' out the game, I'ma put the quarter back in the slot
In 09', we the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the block
Bitch, if yo' nigga had Supreme, we was the he copped it
And nowadays, I'm on a hustle lyrics to box
And some bitches that 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 keep the whining to a minimum
Piggies come, bet I'm splittin' quicker I finish rum
Find me Indica, nuggets on my fingers and my shirt like they was chicken crumbs
The spinnin', finna' yak if I don't hit the blunt
Got the wagon, slim chances 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
out on the tour, got kicked out of the morgue
Spit cattle shit, shit, rally the Horsemen
the corpses