Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

I'm a little motherfucker
I take after my older
Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm 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 about extra mail mannish
hoodlum-ass niggaz
On the track workin' overtime full of fuckin 'D'
Runnin' somewhere in the neighborhood
Of seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
through mah street, a week
Why gotta ask me how I'm doin' if I'm alright?
When a motherfucker's and strugglin'
Even on my hip much needlin' and jugglin'
There still ain't gonna never be enough

I'm tired of rippin' and runnin', dodgin' and duckin'
I know my time is comin', is on me bad
The walls is 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 from the pad
And now she disowned me and she don't me
Reverend wouldja put blessin' oil on my head
Before I end up dead, bladder full of lead, scared
I guess a hard-head make a
I gon' last if I keep fuckin' with this fast life

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

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

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

No life to give for nastiness
As a rebellious disobedient-ass problem
He's easily influenced, 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 snatchin' up [Incomprehensible], up hits
Pick-pickin' and pullin' licks

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

But
Yes son
Tie my

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

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

When it to this thang man I'm connoisseur

I read through the punk in the robb report

I off like dat
Grew up around slick
A con artists

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

Like you I was younger
But I got my life 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 would shoot him, uh
He would up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would him

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

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

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