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 'cause the rats are something
Look like my return won't be the streets keep asking for me

Young savage on the mound ova now
I'm in Houston and a town where's the crown
And now I don't have no friends, I'm solo now
Put my trust and my mack 10 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 back tha hope
No money, no love, tears, weed, blood, and hoes

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm so
And I'm all hard and
My game bitch niggas, brains up
And I'm just started

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

18 riding lacks nigga, How you dat?
Do it big bad give me dat shake back 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 fuckin' bug buzzin' in dis streets
I know you heard a savage Trill E N T

But you forgot 'bout me thought I was gone where I'm 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 gets mine, oh no, you a dumb hoe

Still good, still can get you rite on da 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 of da city nigga

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

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