Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Ups

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

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

My mama wonder why it never 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 the fucking monologue
Lord I fight it
Know I'm tryna
Get a cop a hog dog
I'm the type of nigga that you cop raw off
Popping off
the board and these niggas call charge
Chain switches jerseys it's all star
the on star
Think all lost