Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the
Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and
burnin', I could smell the liquor in this
Cats always pick up the fist
Duff this out
Rappers stoop to get to your crib
Now like who's face? who's warped? too sauced
Distort thoughts, on my on the asphalt
Back when I'd slack more, rock my 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 night about the lime-light so I could lie at night
And my Pops' 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 hair when I'm losing height
Ratking, losing hype, no
Ratking and I do it right
Ratking, yeah, I do it nice,

Bitch, I before I rapped it
take me before your captain
Bet twenty hots on your
To someone go Nolia Clap them, cold and passive
Pops' was the one that got to me
Feeling down he passed it and when I'm cornered, it's action
I was kinda' out the game, I'ma put the quarter right 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 bitches that trip 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 to a minimum
Piggies come, bet I'm splittin' quicker than I rum
Find me some Indica, nuggets on my and my shirt like they was chicken crumbs
The room spinnin', yak if I don't hit the blunt
Got the chin wagon, slim of me getting up
After this, mind in the next 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 kicked out of the
Spit manure shit, shit, rally the Horsemen
the corpses