Luyện nghe bài hát AM // Radio

Nineteen, still gettin' out the crib
Ripped off my bib, spit out my food, and piss
burnin', I could smell the liquor in this
Cats tryna' pick up the fist
this dude out
Rappers stoop just to get to your
Now like who's face? who's warped? too sauced
Distort thoughts, on my corpse on the
Back when I'd slack more, my slacks or my ass
Everytime, I rap I
Back when I Cor', I always had sports
on cops in my track shorts
So tell my mom I to make it right
I lie every night about the so I could lie at night
And my Pops' I gotta' take advice
Keep my head on tight, abuse these mics
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 and I do it right
Ratking, yeah, I do it nice,

Bitch, I skated I rapped it
You'd take me before your
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, I'ma put the right back in the slot
In 09', we took the 7 to the 17 to the block
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 that ain't if it's a hit and run
I got to go I don't do the crying bro
She Mario, I'm tryna' the whining to a minimum
Piggies come, bet I'm quicker than I finish rum
Find me some Indica, nuggets on my fingers and my like they was chicken crumbs
The spinnin', finna' yak if I don't hit the blunt
Got the chin wagon, chances of me getting up
this, mind in the trash next to where my fuckin' passion went
Doc's fanatics, half-a-Xanax when I'm six hours or more
Brick out on the tour, got kicked out of the
Spit cattle shit, shit, rally the Horsemen
Tally the