Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

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

Hit that, hit that,

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

Wuh, we about seventy-five extra mannish
hoodlum-ass niggaz
On the dope track workin' overtime full of 'D'
through somewhere in the neighborhood
Of seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
Generatin' through mah street, a
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 ain't gonna never be enough lovin'

I'm tired of and runnin', dodgin' and duckin' bullets
I my time is comin', death is on me bad
The walls is closin' in, I I had a dad
But left when I was ten, so is all I had
And she was there for me until I ran away the pad
And now she me and she don't claim me
Reverend put some blessin' oil on my head
I end up dead, gall bladder full of lead, scared
I guess a hard-head make a
I ain't gon' last if I keep fuckin' 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 but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would him

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

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

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

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 would 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 in jail, or someone would shoot 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 this man I'm connoisseur

I read 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 jacket
Boy you
bankrupt

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

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

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 in jail, or someone would shoot him

He would up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
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

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