Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Ups

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

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

My wonder why it never seem to reach
See my in the way I'm acting
And my features
trying to put you on
Dog I came teachers
Take the plate and it
I'm a dog
Tell her hit or miss me with the monologue
Lord I can't it
Know I'm brawl
Get a cop a hog dog
I'm the type of that you cop your raw off
hoes off
Grab the board and niggas call charge
Chain switches jerseys like all star
the on star
Think it's all