Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

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

Hit that, hit that,

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

Wuh, we seventy-five extra mail mannish
Hard-headed hoodlum-ass
On the dope track overtime full of fuckin 'D'
through somewhere in the neighborhood
Of about thousand in illegal narcotics
Generatin' mah street, a week
Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I'm if I'm alright?
a motherfucker's starvin' and strugglin'
Even on my hip pretty much and jugglin'
There still gonna never be enough lovin'

I'm of rippin' and runnin', dodgin' and duckin' bullets
I know my time is comin', is on me bad
The is closin' in, I wish I had a dad
But when I was ten, so mom's is all I had
And she was for me until I ran away from the pad
And now she disowned me and she claim me
Reverend wouldja put some oil on my head
Before I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead,
I guess a hard-head make a
I ain't gon' last if I keep with this fast life

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 grow up to be nothin' 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

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

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

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 up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or in jail, or someone 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 a pampered suck-up game-a-saur

When it to this thang man I'm connoisseur

I read the punk registry in the robb report

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

Go to the [Incomprehensible] and get a bad leather 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
smarts with a degree and a diploma

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

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