Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Ups

Feel this cage when acid fade
Face the but your mind has changed
You desire a home
I acquire fame at hoes
Contemplating of getting dome
on my neighbors
Asking God for
Guess he isn't
Probably 'cause that fucking faith I didn't
church, flip the work
Hit a dirt, like run it bitch
up in a home that papa wasn't in
Came up of of that 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 burners on my soul, and my posse on my
they ain't dollar top lotto picks
Promise I am not the one to fucking plot against
Love him, but my ain't my mother fucking friend
Trying to out how to start a mother fucking end
Trend dodging, keep a by me
roll
Garbage bag of sand
myself the rap stale
Cash is in
Packs get vac
the Tin Man
Cardiac
past real, in it, words make dentists

Don't know where I'm going, know where I been
Never these hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups
know where I'm going, don't know where I been
Never trust these hoes, don't trust my friends
Tell that bitch to 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 came teachers
Take the and clean 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 of nigga that you cop your raw off
hoes off
Grab the board and niggas call charge
Chain switches jerseys it's all star
the on star
Think it's all