Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

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

Hit that, hit that,

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

Wuh, we about extra mail mannish
Hard-headed hoodlum-ass
On the dope track workin' full of fuckin 'D'
through somewhere in the neighborhood
Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal
Generatin' 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 pretty much needlin' and
There still gonna never be enough lovin'

I'm of rippin' and runnin', dodgin' and duckin' bullets
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 there for me until I ran 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, gall full of lead, scared
I a hard-head make a soft-ass
I ain't gon' last if I keep fuckin' this fast life

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

He grow 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, I page my ties even the money's filthy
Don't wanna go to church, I feel guilty
Nope, I don't wanna die 'cause when the preacher the Gospel
I be ready to cry up in the of Pentecostal
I don't think I'ma make it to see
'Til I wash my hands and come
Shit, I'll be happy if I can just live to see sixteen

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

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

When it comes to this thang man I'm

I read the punk registry in the robb report

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

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

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 smarts with a and a diploma

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

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