Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

I'm a little mannish
I take my older brother
off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling yola
Here take a swig of 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 down
Shit!

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

I'm tired of rippin' and runnin', dodgin' and bullets
I my time is comin', death is on me bad
The walls is closin' in, I 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 claim me
Reverend wouldja put some blessin' oil on my
Before I end up dead, gall bladder of lead, scared
I guess a hard-head a soft-ass
I gon' last if I keep fuckin' with this fast life

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

Ah, I page my ties though the money's filthy
Don't wanna go to church, because I guilty
Nope, I don't wanna die 'cause when the preach the Gospel
I be ready to cry up in the Church of
I don't think I'ma make it to see
'Til I wash my and come clean
Shit, I'll be happy if I can just live to see sixteen

No to give for that nastiness
As a rebellious problem child
He's easily influenced, around the wrong crowd
I'm willin' to do anything
it takes to make my allowance
I'm on prescription medication, chemically
Got me up [Incomprehensible], pickin' up hits
Pick-pickin' indo's and pullin'

He grow 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 someone would him

He grow 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 someone shoot him

But
Yes son
Tie my

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

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

When it comes to this man I'm connoisseur

I read through the punk registry in the robb

I come off dat
Grew up around talkers
A po-po-poppin' con

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

you when 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 a degree and a diploma

He would 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

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 would him

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

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