Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the
Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, and piss
burnin', I could smell the liquor in this
Cats always tryna' up the fist
Duff this out
Rappers stoop just to get to crib
Now it's who's face? who's warped? too sauced
Distort thoughts, on my 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 track
So tell my mom I ahad to make it
I lie every night about the so I could lie at night
And tell my Pops' I gotta' advice
my head screwed on tight, abuse these mics
See me, I'm the type
A cat to a mic and catch my fuckin' hair when I'm losing height
Ratking, losing hype, no
It's and I do it right
Ratking, yeah, I do it nice,

Bitch, I skated I rapped it
You'd take me before captain
Bet twenty on your Daddy
To someone go Nolia Clap them, cold and passive
Cause' Pops' was the one 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 right 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 pretty bitches ain't trip if it's a hit and run
I got to go I don't do the crying bro
She Mario, I'm tryna' the whining to a minimum
Piggies come, bet I'm splittin' 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, chances of me getting up
After this, mind in the trash to where my fuckin' passion went
fanatics, half-a-Xanax when I'm traveling six hours or more
Brick out on the tour, got kicked out of the
Spit manure shit, shit, rally the Horsemen
the corpses