Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

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

Hit that, hit that,

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

Wuh, we about seventy-five extra mannish
Hard-headed niggaz
On the dope workin' overtime full of fuckin 'D'
Runnin' through in the neighborhood
Of seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
Generatin' through mah street, a
Why gotta ask me how I'm doin' if I'm alright?
a motherfucker's starvin' and strugglin'
Even on my hip pretty much needlin' and
There still ain't gonna be enough lovin'

I'm tired of rippin' and runnin', dodgin' and duckin'
I my time is comin', death 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
I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead, scared
I a hard-head make a soft-ass
I ain't gon' last if I keep fuckin' with this life

He would up to be nothin' 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 shoot him

He would grow up to be 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

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

No life to give for nastiness
As a rebellious disobedient-ass problem
easily influenced, hangin' around the wrong crowd
I'm willin' to do anything
Whatever it takes to make my
I'm on medication, chemically off-balance
Got me snatchin' up [Incomprehensible], up hits
Pick-pickin' and pullin' licks

He would grow up to be but a hoodlum
Or in jail, or someone would shoot 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 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 a pampered suck-up game-a-saur

When it comes to thang man I'm connoisseur

I through the punk registry in the robb report

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

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