Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, gettin' kicked out the crib
Ripped off my bib, out my food, hiccup and piss
Urine burnin', I could smell the in this
always tryna' pick up the fist
Duff dude out
Rappers stoop just to get to your
Now it's like who's face? who's warped? too
Distort thoughts, on my on the asphalt
Back when I'd slack more, my slacks or my ass
Everytime, I rap I
when I catch Cor', I always had sports
Dippin' on cops in my track
So tell my mom I ahad to make it
I lie every night about the lime-light so I could lie at
And tell my I gotta' take advice
Keep my head screwed on tight, these mics
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
Ratking and I do it right
Ratking, yeah, I do it nice,

Bitch, I skated I rapped it
You'd me before your captain
Bet twenty hots on Daddy
To someone go Nolia Clap them, cold and passive
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, put the quarter right back in the slot
In 09', we the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the block
Bitch, if yo' had Supreme, we was the reason he copped it
And nowadays, I'm on a lyrics to box with
And pretty 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' 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', yak if I don't hit the blunt
Got the chin wagon, slim of me getting up
After this, mind in the trash next to where my fuckin' went
Doc's fanatics, half-a-Xanax when I'm six hours or more
Brick out on the tour, got out of the morgue
Spit cattle shit, shit, rally the Horsemen
Tally the