Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

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

Hit that, hit that,

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

Wuh, we about extra mail mannish
Hard-headed niggaz
On the dope track workin' full of fuckin 'D'
Runnin' through somewhere in the
Of seven-hundred thousand in illegal narcotics
Generatin' through mah street, a
Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I'm if I'm alright?
When a motherfucker's starvin' and
on my hip pretty much needlin' and jugglin'
There still ain't gonna be enough lovin'

I'm tired of 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 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, bladder full of lead, scared
I guess a make a soft-ass
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 someone would him, uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a
Or either in jail, or someone shoot 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 page my even though the money's filthy
Don't wanna go to church, because I guilty
Nope, I wanna die 'cause when the preacher preach the Gospel
I be to cry up in the Church of Pentecostal
I think I'ma make it to see twenty-five
I wash my hands and come clean
Shit, I'll be hella happy if I can just to see sixteen

No life to give for nastiness
As a disobedient-ass problem child
He's easily influenced, 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' and pullin' licks

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 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 either in jail, or would 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 thang man I'm

I read through the punk in the robb report

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

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

Like you when I was
But I got my together 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 but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would him, uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a
Or either in jail, or someone 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 would him

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 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

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