Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

I'm a mannish motherfucker
I after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling
Here a swig of this bourbon

Hit that, hit that,

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

Wuh, we about seventy-five mail mannish
Hard-headed niggaz
On the dope track workin' overtime of fuckin 'D'
Runnin' somewhere 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?
When a motherfucker's starvin' and
Even on my hip much needlin' and jugglin'
There still ain't gonna never be lovin'

I'm of rippin' and runnin', dodgin' and duckin' bullets
I know my is comin', death 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
wouldja put some blessin' oil on my head
Before I end up dead, bladder full of lead, scared
I guess a hard-head make a
I gon' last if I keep fuckin' with this fast life

He would up to be nothin' 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 shoot him

He would grow up to be 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

Ah, I page my ties even the money's filthy
Don't wanna go to church, because I feel
Nope, I wanna die 'cause when 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 hands and come
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 influenced, hangin' around the wrong crowd
I'm to do almost anything
Whatever it to make my allowance
I'm on prescription medication, chemically
Got me up [Incomprehensible], pickin' up hits
Pick-pickin' indo's and 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 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 grow 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 like a pampered suck-up

When it comes to this thang man I'm

I read the punk registry in the robb report

I off like dat
up around slick talkers
A con artists

Go straight to the and get a bad leather jacket
Boy you
bankrupt

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

He would 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 would shoot 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 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

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 someone shoot him

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