Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

I'm a mannish motherfucker
I take after my older
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' right
Who
Aight nigga, aye, get down
Aye nigga, get nigga
Aye nigga, get nigga
Shit!

Wuh, we about seventy-five extra mannish
hoodlum-ass niggaz
On the track workin' overtime full of fuckin 'D'
Runnin' somewhere in the neighborhood
Of about seven-hundred in illegal narcotics
through mah street, a week
Why gotta ask me how I'm doin' if I'm alright?
When a motherfucker's starvin' and
Even on my hip pretty much needlin' and
There still ain't gonna never be enough

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

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 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 would him

Ah, I page my even though the money's filthy
Don't wanna go to church, because I guilty
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 think make it to see twenty-five
'Til I wash my hands and clean
Shit, I'll be hella happy if I can just to see sixteen

No life to give for that
As a rebellious disobedient-ass child
He's easily influenced, hangin' around the wrong
I'm to do almost 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 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

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 thang man I'm

I read through the 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 jacket
Boy you
[Incomprehensible]

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

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