Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Ups

Feel this when that acid fade
the same but your mind has changed
You desire a home
I acquire fame at naming
Contemplating ways of getting
Plotting on my
Asking God for
Guess he isn't
Probably 'cause that faith I didn't show
Skippin church, flip the
Hit a dirt, like Tommy run it
Grew up in a home papa 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, it probably was a lick
Got on my soul, and my posse on my skin
Sweaty they ain't dollar top lotto
Promise I am not the one to fucking plot against
him, but my father ain't my mother fucking friend
Trying to out how to start a mother fucking end
dodging, keep a bitch by me
Back
bag full of sand
Place myself the rap
Cash is in
get vac sealed
the Tin Man
Cardiac
past real, in it, words make dentists

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

My mama wonder why it never to reach
See my Daddy in the way I'm
And my features
trying to put you on
Dog I from teachers
Take the and clean it
I'm a dog
Tell her hit or me with 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
Popping off
Grab the board and these call charge
Chain jerseys like it's all star
the on star
Think it's all