Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

I'm a little mannish
I take after my brother
Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling
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 down
Aye nigga, get nigga
Shit!

Wuh, we about seventy-five mail mannish
Hard-headed niggaz
On the dope workin' overtime full of fuckin 'D'
Runnin' through in the neighborhood
Of about seven-hundred in illegal narcotics
through mah street, a week
Why motherfuckers ask me how I'm doin' if I'm alright?
a motherfucker's starvin' and strugglin'
Even on my hip pretty much and jugglin'
There still ain't never be enough lovin'

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 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
I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead, scared
I guess a make a soft-ass
I ain't gon' last if I keep fuckin' this fast life

He would grow up to be 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 someone would him

He would up to be nothin' 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

Ah, I page my ties even though the money's
Don't wanna go to church, because I guilty
Nope, I don't wanna die 'cause when the preach the Gospel
I be to cry up in the Church of Pentecostal
I don't think 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 for that nastiness
As a rebellious problem child
He's easily influenced, around the wrong crowd
I'm willin' to do anything
Whatever it takes to make my
I'm on prescription medication, off-balance
Got me snatchin' up [Incomprehensible], up hits
indo's and pullin' licks

He would grow up to be nothin' but a
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 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 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 game-a-saur

When it comes to this man I'm connoisseur

I read through the punk registry in the report

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

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

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

He grow 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 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 either in jail, or would 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 but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or would shoot him

He grow 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

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