Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

I'm a mannish motherfucker
I after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling
Here take a of this bourbon

Hit that, hit that,

Aight dude, aye who who's foolin' there?
Who
Aight nigga, aye, get nigga
Aye nigga, get nigga
Aye nigga, get down
Shit!

Wuh, we about extra mail mannish
Hard-headed hoodlum-ass
On the dope track overtime full of fuckin 'D'
through somewhere in the neighborhood
Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal
Generatin' through mah street, a
Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I'm if I'm alright?
When a starvin' and strugglin'
Even on my hip pretty much and jugglin'
There still ain't never be enough lovin'

I'm tired of rippin' and runnin', dodgin' and duckin'
I know my is comin', death is on me bad
The is closin' in, I wish I had a dad
But when I was ten, so mom's is all I had
And she was there for me until I ran away the pad
And now she disowned me and she don't me
Reverend put some blessin' oil on my head
Before I end up dead, gall bladder of lead, scared
I guess a hard-head a soft-ass
I ain't gon' last if I keep with this fast life

He would grow up to be nothin' but a
Or either in jail, or someone would him, uh
He grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or would shoot him

He grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone shoot him, uh
He would up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or would shoot him

Ah, I page my ties even though the filthy
Don't go to church, because I feel guilty
Nope, I don't wanna die 'cause the preacher preach the Gospel
I be ready to cry up in the of Pentecostal
I think I'ma make it to see twenty-five
'Til I wash my hands and come
Shit, I'll be hella happy if I can live to see sixteen

No to give for that nastiness
As a rebellious disobedient-ass problem
easily influenced, hangin' around the wrong crowd
I'm willin' to do almost
Whatever it takes to my allowance
I'm on medication, chemically off-balance
Got me up [Incomprehensible], pickin' up hits
Pick-pickin' indo's and licks

He grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or would shoot him, uh
He would up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone shoot him

He would up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or would shoot him, uh
He grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone shoot him

But
Yes son
Tie my

Lace me up, me up
a tow-track, man

Ear-hustlin', like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur

When it comes to this thang man I'm

I read through the punk in the robb report

I come off dat
Grew up slick talkers
A po-po-poppin' con

Go straight to the and get a bad leather jacket
Boy you
bankrupt

Like you when I was
But I got my life together and I bettered myself as I got
Na-uh, now I entertain, a sss-uh, a-smeb
Street with a degree and a diploma

He grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would him, uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a
Or in jail, or someone would shoot him

He would grow up to be but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone shoot him, uh
He would up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or in jail, or someone would shoot him

He would up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or would shoot him, uh
He would up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone shoot him

He would up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or would shoot him, uh
He grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone shoot him

Ah, it to me, uhh
Uhh uhh
on, uhh
it to me, uhh