Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

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

Hit that, hit that,

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

Wuh, we seventy-five extra mail mannish
hoodlum-ass niggaz
On the dope workin' overtime full of fuckin 'D'
Runnin' through somewhere in the
Of about thousand in illegal narcotics
Generatin' mah street, a week
Why motherfuckers ask me how I'm doin' if I'm alright?
When a motherfucker's and strugglin'
Even on my hip pretty needlin' and jugglin'
There still ain't gonna never be lovin'

I'm tired of rippin' and runnin', dodgin' and bullets
I my time is comin', death is on me bad
The is closin' in, I wish I had a dad
But left when I was ten, so is all I had
And she was there for me until I ran from the pad
And now she disowned me and she don't me
Reverend wouldja put some oil on my head
Before I end up dead, gall full of lead, scared
I guess a make a soft-ass
I ain't gon' last if I fuckin' with this fast life

He would grow up to be 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 would shoot him

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

Ah, I page my ties even the money's filthy
Don't wanna go to church, because I feel
Nope, I don't wanna die when the preacher preach the Gospel
I be ready to cry up in the Church of
I don't I'ma make it to see twenty-five
'Til I my hands and come clean
Shit, be hella happy if I can just live to see sixteen

No life to give for that
As a disobedient-ass problem child
He's influenced, hangin' around the wrong crowd
I'm willin' to do anything
Whatever it takes to my allowance
I'm on prescription medication, off-balance
Got me up [Incomprehensible], pickin' up hits
Pick-pickin' indo's and pullin'

He would 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 in jail, or someone would shoot him

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

But
Yes son
Tie my

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

Ear-hustlin', make like a pampered game-a-saur

When it comes to this thang man I'm

I read through the punk in the robb report

I off like dat
Grew up slick talkers
A con artists

Go to the [Incomprehensible] and get a bad leather jacket
Boy you
[Incomprehensible]

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

He would grow up to be nothin' but a
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

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

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

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