Luyện nghe bài hát Retarded

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

Young savage on the game ova now
I'm in Houston and a town the muthafuckin' crown
And now I don't no fuckin' friends, I'm solo 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 share, so I'm taking dis shit
I'm a 110 street cat and had my back against tha
No money, no love, tears, weed, blood, and hoes

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

I'm so
And I'm gon' all and
My game muthafuckin' niggas, brains up
And I'm getting started

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

up da beat a pen paper give me one sheet
Put a bar code on it disrepute dis
I got tha biggest fuckin' bug in dis streets
I know you a young savage 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 gets wats mine, oh no, you a dumb hoe

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

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

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