Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the
off my bib, spit out my food, hiccup and piss
Urine burnin', I smell the liquor in this
always tryna' pick up the fist
Duff this out
Rappers stoop just to get to your
Now it's like who's who's warped? too sauced
thoughts, on my corpse on the asphalt
Back when I'd more, rock 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 night about the lime-light so I could lie at night
And tell my I gotta' take advice
Keep my head screwed on tight, these mics
See me, I'm the contusion
A cat to smack a mic and catch my fuckin' hair 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 your
Bet twenty hots on your
To someone go Clap them, probably cold and passive
Cause' Pops' was the one got to me
Feeling 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 took the 7 to the Dussy 17 to the
Bitch, if yo' nigga had Supreme, we was the reason he it
And nowadays, I'm on a hustle to box with
And some pretty bitches 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 quicker than I finish rum
me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers and my shirt like they was chicken crumbs
The room spinnin', finna' yak if I hit the blunt
Got the chin wagon, slim of me getting up
After this, mind in the trash next to where my passion went
Doc's fanatics, half-a-Xanax I'm traveling six hours or more
Brick out on the tour, got out of the morgue
cattle manure shit, shit, rally the Horsemen
Tally the