Luyện nghe bài hát Retarded

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

savage on the mound game ova now
I'm in Houston and a town the muthafuckin' crown
And now I don't have no friends, I'm solo now
Put my trust and my 10 bitch don't let me down

Collaborate, just fuck wit that's makin' me sick
Sbroil bitches don't want share, so I'm taking dis
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, niggas don't feel my pain
A ninty-nine problems and but a bitch one
Ghetto stories, gangsta music, big labels ain't come
Shit'd we just trying see one

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

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

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

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

2 home boys doin' 7 can't wait till da
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 hope they don't shoot for my

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

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

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

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

But you 'bout me thought 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 wats mine, oh no, you a dumb hoe

Still good, still can get you on da down low
It never in Baton Rouge, I'm da nigga wit da snow
To let y'all niggas do 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 muthafuckin' bitch niggas, brains up
And I'm just started

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