Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Ups

Feel this cage that acid fade
Face the same but your has changed
You a stable home
I acquire fame at naming
Contemplating ways of dome
Plotting on my
Asking God for
he isn't home
Probably that fucking faith I didn't show
Skippin church, 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
Either way it goes, a lot is hit
And if it wasn't hoes, then it was a lick
Got burners on my soul, and my on my skin
they ain't dollar top lotto picks
Promise that I am not the one to fucking plot
Love him, but my father ain't my mother fucking
Trying to figure out how to start a fucking end
Trend dodging, a bitch by me
Back
Garbage bag of sand
myself the rap stale
Cash is in
get vac sealed
the Tin Man
Cardiac
Missing past real, in it, make dentists

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

My mama why it never seem to reach
See my Daddy in the way I'm
And my facial
Just to put you on
Dog I from teachers
the plate and clean 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 you cop your raw off
hoes off
Grab the board and niggas call charge
Chain jerseys like it's all star
Press the on
Think all lost