Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Ups

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

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

My mama why it never seem to reach
See my Daddy in the way I'm
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 the fucking monologue
Lord I can't it
Know I'm brawl
Get a cop a hog dog
I'm the type of nigga that you cop raw off
hoes off
Grab the board and these niggas charge
Chain switches jerseys like all star
Press the on
Think it's all