Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

I'm a little mannish
I take after my older
off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling yola
Here take a swig of this

Hit that, hit that,

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

Wuh, we about seventy-five extra mail
hoodlum-ass niggaz
On the dope track workin' overtime of fuckin 'D'
Runnin' somewhere in the neighborhood
Of seven-hundred thousand 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 much needlin' and jugglin'
There still ain't gonna never be enough

I'm tired of rippin' and runnin', dodgin' and bullets
I know my time is comin', is on me bad
The walls is 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 away the pad
And now she disowned me and she claim 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 ain't gon' last if I keep fuckin' with fast life

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

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

No life to give for that
As a rebellious problem child
He's influenced, hangin' around the wrong crowd
I'm to do almost anything
Whatever it takes to make my
I'm on prescription medication, 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 someone shoot him, uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a
Or either in jail, or someone would him

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 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 man I'm connoisseur

I read the punk registry in the robb report

I off like dat
Grew up around talkers
A con artists

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

Like you I was younger
But I got my together 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 would shoot him, uh
He grow 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 either in jail, or would shoot him, uh
He would grow up to be 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 grow up to be nothin' 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 shoot 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
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it to me, uhh