Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

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

Hit that, hit that,

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

Wuh, we about seventy-five mail mannish
hoodlum-ass niggaz
On the dope track workin' overtime full of 'D'
through somewhere in the neighborhood
Of about seven-hundred in illegal narcotics
Generatin' through mah street, a
Why motherfuckers ask me how I'm doin' if I'm alright?
a motherfucker's starvin' and strugglin'
Even on my hip pretty needlin' and jugglin'
still ain't gonna 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 left when I was ten, so is all I had
And she was for me until I ran away from the pad
And now she me and she don't claim me
Reverend wouldja put some blessin' oil on my
Before I end up dead, bladder 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 in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
He grow 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

Ah, I page my ties even though the money's
Don't wanna go to church, because I feel
Nope, I don't wanna die 'cause when the preach the Gospel
I be ready to cry up in the Church of
I don't think make it to see twenty-five
I wash 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 rebellious problem child
He's influenced, hangin' around the wrong crowd
I'm willin' to do almost
Whatever it to make my allowance
I'm on prescription medication, off-balance
Got me snatchin' up [Incomprehensible], up hits
Pick-pickin' indo's and pullin'

He would grow up to be 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

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

I off like dat
Grew up around talkers
A po-po-poppin' con

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

you when I was younger
But I got my life and I bettered myself as I got older
Na-uh, now I entertain, a sss-uh, a-smeb
smarts 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 grow 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 would grow up to be but a hoodlum
Or in jail, or someone would shoot him

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

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 someone would him

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