Luyện nghe bài hát Retarded

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

Young on the mound game 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 10 bitch don't let me down

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

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

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

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

If the ain't funny den I can't grin
And if it don't make money it make sense
If you really 'bout nothing
You better zip your lips 'cause around here nigga emp yo clip

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

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

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

hate to see a nigga ballin'
They see a nigga coughin'
But rap money, street money, see money
Bitch nigga

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

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

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

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

I'm so
And I'm gon' all and
My game muthafuckin' bitch niggas, up
And I'm just started

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