Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

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

Hit that, hit that,

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

Wuh, we about seventy-five extra mail
Hard-headed niggaz
On the track workin' overtime full of fuckin 'D'
Runnin' through somewhere in the
Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal
Generatin' through mah street, a
Why motherfuckers ask me how I'm doin' if I'm alright?
When a starvin' and strugglin'
on my hip pretty much needlin' and jugglin'
There still ain't gonna never be enough

I'm tired of rippin' and runnin', and duckin' bullets
I know my time is comin', is on me bad
The is closin' in, I wish I had a dad
But left 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, gall bladder full of lead,
I guess a hard-head 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 in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a
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 would grow up to be but a hoodlum
Or in jail, or someone would shoot him

Ah, I page my ties even though the filthy
Don't wanna go to church, I feel guilty
Nope, I don't wanna die 'cause the preacher preach the Gospel
I be ready to cry up in the Church of
I don't think I'ma 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 to give for that nastiness
As a disobedient-ass problem child
easily influenced, hangin' around the wrong crowd
I'm willin' to do almost
Whatever it takes to my allowance
I'm on prescription medication, off-balance
Got me up [Incomprehensible], pickin' up hits
indo's and pullin' licks

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

But
Yes son
Tie my

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

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

When it comes to thang man I'm connoisseur

I read through the punk in the robb report

I off like dat
up around slick talkers
A con artists

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

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

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 would shoot him

He would grow up to be but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would him, uh
He would 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 would shoot 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 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, it to me, uhh
Uhh uhh
on, uhh
it to me, uhh