Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, still gettin' out the crib
Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, and piss
Urine burnin', I could smell the liquor in
Cats always tryna' pick up the
Duff dude out
stoop just to get to your crib
Now it's like who's face? who's warped? too
Distort thoughts, on my on the asphalt
when I'd slack more, rock my slacks or my ass
Everytime, I rap I
Back when I Cor', I always had sports
Dippin' on cops in my shorts
So tell my mom I to make it right
I lie every about the lime-light so I could lie at night
And tell my Pops' I gotta' take
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 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 before your
Bet hots on your Daddy
To someone go Nolia Clap them, probably cold and
Cause' Pops' was the one got to me
down like he passed it and when I'm cornered, it's 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 reason he it
And nowadays, I'm on a hustle to box with
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 tryna' keep the whining to a
come, bet I'm splittin' quicker than I finish rum
Find me some Indica, on my fingers and my shirt like they was chicken crumbs
The room spinnin', finna' yak if I don't hit the
Got the chin wagon, slim of me getting up
this, mind in the trash 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 out of the morgue
Spit cattle manure shit, shit, rally the
the corpses