Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Ups

Feel cage when that acid fade
Face the but your mind has changed
You a stable home
I acquire at naming hoes
Contemplating ways of 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, like Tommy run it
Grew up in a that papa wasn't in
Came up of of work my conscience wasn't in
Either way it goes, a lot is hit
And if it hoes, then it probably was a lick
Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my
Sweaty they dollar top lotto picks
Promise that I am not the one to plot against
Love him, but my father my mother fucking friend
Trying to figure out how to a mother fucking end
Trend dodging, keep a by me
Back
Garbage bag full of
Place the rap stale
is in hand
Packs get vac
the Tin Man
Cardiac
past real, in it, words make dentists

Don't know where I'm going, don't where I been
trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups
Don't where I'm going, don't know where I been
trust these hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell that bitch to roll up, fucking with grown ups

My mama wonder why it seem to reach
See my in the way I'm acting
And my features
trying to put you on
Dog I came from
Take the plate and it
I'm a dog
Tell her hit or miss me with the fucking
Lord I can't it
Know I'm tryna
Get a cop a hog dog
I'm the type of that you cop your raw off
Popping off
Grab the board and these niggas call
Chain switches jerseys like it's all
Press the on
Think all lost