Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

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

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 nigga
Shit!

Wuh, we about extra mail mannish
hoodlum-ass niggaz
On the dope track workin' full of fuckin 'D'
Runnin' through somewhere in the
Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal
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 pretty needlin' and jugglin'
There still gonna never be enough lovin'

I'm tired of rippin' and runnin', 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
Reverend wouldja put some oil on my head
Before I end up dead, gall full of lead, scared
I guess a hard-head a soft-ass
I ain't gon' last if I keep fuckin' with this fast

He would grow up to be 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 would 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

Ah, I page my ties even the money's filthy
Don't wanna go to church, because I feel
Nope, I don't wanna die 'cause when the preacher the Gospel
I be ready to cry up in the Church of
I don't think make it to see twenty-five
'Til I wash my hands and come
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' the wrong crowd
I'm willin' to do almost
Whatever it takes to make my
I'm on medication, chemically off-balance
Got me snatchin' up [Incomprehensible], up hits
indo's and pullin' licks

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 grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or in jail, or someone 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', like a pampered suck-up game-a-saur

When it comes to this man I'm connoisseur

I read through the registry in the robb report

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

Go straight to the 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 with a and a diploma

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

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