Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, gettin' kicked out the crib
off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and piss
Urine burnin', I could the liquor in this
always tryna' pick up the fist
Duff dude out
Rappers stoop to get to your crib
Now like who's face? who's warped? too sauced
Distort thoughts, on my corpse on the
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 in my track shorts
So tell my mom I to make it right
I lie night 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 hair when I'm losing height
Ratking, never hype, no
It's and I do it right
Ratking, yeah, I do it nice,

Bitch, I before I rapped it
take me before your captain
Bet hots on your Daddy
To someone go Nolia Clap them, probably and passive
Cause' Pops' was the one got to me
Feeling down like he passed it and I'm cornered, it's action
I was kinda' out the game, I'ma put the quarter right back in the
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 bitches that ain't trip if it's a hit and run
I got to go cause' I do the crying bro
She Mario, I'm tryna' keep the to a minimum
come, bet I'm splittin' quicker than I finish rum
Find me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers and my shirt like was chicken crumbs
The room spinnin', finna' yak if I don't hit the
Got the chin wagon, slim chances of me up
this, mind in the trash next to where my fuckin' passion went
Doc's fanatics, half-a-Xanax when I'm traveling six hours or
Brick out on the tour, got kicked out of the
Spit cattle shit, shit, rally the Horsemen
Tally the