Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Ups

Feel this cage that acid fade
Face the but your mind has changed
You desire a home
I fame at naming hoes
ways of getting dome
Plotting on my
Asking God for
Guess he home
Probably 'cause that fucking I didn't show
church, flip the work
Hit a dirt, like Tommy run it
Grew up in a home that wasn't in
Came up of of work my conscience wasn't in
way it goes, a lot is getting hit
And if it wasn't hoes, then it was a lick
Got on my soul, and my posse on my skin
Sweaty they ain't top lotto picks
Promise that I am not the one to plot against
him, but my father ain't 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
Place myself the rap
is in hand
Packs get vac
the Tin Man
Cardiac
Missing past real, in it, make dentists

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

My mama wonder why it never seem to
See my Daddy in the way I'm
And my facial
trying to put you on
Dog I came from
Take the plate and 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 type of nigga you cop your raw off
hoes off
Grab the board and these niggas call
Chain switches like it's all star
the on star
Think all lost