Luyện nghe bài hát Retarded

I'm stackin', rappin' but if I so happen was it
I probably would be posted up thugin', sellin' are somethin'
I had to leave it 'cause the rats are something
Look my return won't be long the streets keep 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, just wit them that's makin' me sick
Sbroil bitches don't want share, so I'm 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 like slim, these niggas don't my pain
A ninty-nine problems and but a ain't one
Ghetto stories, gangsta music, thank big labels ain't
Shit'd we trying see which one

I'm so
And I'm gon' all 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, money, I'mma see money
Bitch nigga

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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