Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Ups

Feel this cage that acid fade
the same but your mind has changed
You a stable home
I acquire fame at naming
Contemplating of getting dome
on my neighbors
Asking God for
he isn't home
Probably 'cause fucking faith I didn't show
church, flip the work
Hit a dirt, Tommy run it bitch
Grew up in a home that papa in
Came up of of that my conscience wasn't in
Either way it goes, a lot is hit
And if it wasn't hoes, it probably was a lick
Got on my soul, and my posse on my skin
Sweaty ain't dollar top lotto picks
Promise that I am not the one to plot against
Love him, but my father ain't my fucking friend
Trying to out how to start a mother fucking end
Trend dodging, a bitch by me
roll
Garbage bag of sand
myself the rap stale
Cash is in
Packs get vac
the Tin Man
Cardiac
past real, in it, words make dentists

Don't know where I'm going, don't know I been
Never these hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell that to roll up, fucking with some grown ups
know where I'm going, don't know where I been
Never trust these hoes, even trust my friends
Tell that bitch to up, fucking with some grown ups

My wonder why it never seem to reach
See my Daddy in the way I'm
And my facial
Just to put you on
Dog I from teachers
Take the and clean it
I'm a dog
Tell her hit or miss me the fucking monologue
I can't fight it
Know I'm tryna
Get a cop a hog dog
I'm the of nigga that you cop your raw off
Popping off
Grab the board and these call charge
Chain switches jerseys it's all star
Press the on
it's all lost