Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, still gettin' kicked out the
Ripped off my bib, out my food, hiccup and piss
burnin', I could smell the liquor in this
Cats always pick up the fist
this dude out
Rappers stoop just to get to your
Now it's like face? who's warped? too sauced
thoughts, on my corpse on the asphalt
Back when I'd slack more, rock my or my ass
Everytime, I rap I
Back I catch Cor', I always had sports
Dippin' on in my track shorts
So tell my mom I ahad to make it
I lie every night the lime-light so I could lie at night
And tell my I gotta' take advice
Keep my head screwed on tight, abuse these
See me, I'm the type
A cat to a mic and catch my fuckin' hair when I'm losing height
Ratking, never hype, no
It's Ratking and I do it
Ratking, yeah, I do it nice,

Bitch, I skated I rapped it
take me before your captain
Bet hots on your Daddy
To someone go Nolia Clap them, cold and passive
Pops' was the one that got to me
Feeling down like he passed it and when I'm cornered, 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 some pretty 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 whining to a
come, bet I'm splittin' quicker 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 wagon, slim chances of me getting up
After this, mind in the trash to where my fuckin' passion went
Doc's fanatics, half-a-Xanax I'm traveling six hours or more
out on the tour, got kicked out of the morgue
Spit cattle manure shit, shit, rally the
the corpses