Luyện nghe bài hát Retarded

I'm stackin', rappin' but if I so happen was it
I probably would be posted up thugin', crack are somethin'
I had to leave it 'cause the rats are something
Look like my return won't be the streets keep asking for me

Young savage on the mound ova now
I'm in and a town where's the muthafuckin' crown
And now I don't have no fuckin' friends, I'm now
Put my trust and my mack 10 don't let me down

Collaborate, just fuck wit them that's makin' me
Sbroil bitches don't want share, so I'm taking dis
I'm a 110 street cat and had my back tha hope
No money, no love, tears, weed, blood, and hoes

I'm like slim, these niggas feel my pain
A ninty-nine problems and but a ain't one
Ghetto stories, gangsta music, big labels ain't come
Shit'd we just see which one

I'm so
And I'm all hard and
My game muthafuckin' bitch niggas, up
And I'm just getting

hate to see a nigga ballin'
They rather see a nigga
But rap money, street money, I'mma see
Bitch regarded

If the shit ain't funny den I can't
And if it don't make money it don't make
If you really ain't 'bout
You better zip your lips 'cause around here stuntin' nigga emp yo

My so ridickuless, you can call me da clips
And I all my bitches you can call me a pimp
I'm like the hood lady, I got them chips
I got hoes wit J.Lo and Beyonce hips

2 home doin' 7 can't wait till da touch
So many people up in heaven dat I so much
Vest up wit my chest and stomach not I'm scared
But no they coming I they don't shoot for my head

I'm so
And I'm all hard and
My muthafuckin' bitch niggas, brains up
And I'm getting started

They hate to see a nigga
They see a nigga coughin'
But rap money, street money, I'mma see
Bitch regarded

18 riding lacks nigga, How you dat?
Do it big bad bitch give me dat shake back
ain't got do shit just leave it to me
Push record for yo boy and lay back and up yo beat

Turn up da a pen paper give me one sheet
Put a bar code on it dis heat
I got tha biggest fuckin' bug buzzin' in dis
I know you heard a young Trill E N T

But you forgot 'bout me I was gone where I'm gone go
I run dis muthafucker, I'm the spice in da
I'm 'bout my fuckin' paper man dats all I want more
You gone gets mine, oh no, you a dumb hoe

Still good, still can get you rite on da low
It never snow in Baton Rouge, I'm da wit da snow
To let y'all niggas do y'all thang so I hope y'all been it
Wat up playa, I'm da new of da city nigga

I'm so
And I'm gon' all and
My muthafuckin' bitch niggas, brains up
And I'm just getting

hate to see a nigga ballin'
They rather see a nigga
But rap money, street money, I'mma see
nigga regarded