Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Ups

Feel this cage that acid fade
Face the but your mind has changed
You a stable home
I acquire at naming hoes
Contemplating of getting dome
Plotting on my
Asking God for
he isn't home
Probably 'cause that fucking 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
Either way it goes, a lot is hit
And if it hoes, then it probably was a lick
Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my
Sweaty they ain't top lotto picks
Promise I am not the one to fucking plot against
Love him, but my father ain't my mother friend
Trying to figure out how to a mother fucking end
Trend dodging, keep a by me
Back
Garbage bag 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, even trust my friends
Tell that to roll up, fucking with some grown ups
know where I'm going, don't know where I been
Never these hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell that bitch to roll up, with some grown ups

My wonder why it never seem to reach
See my in the way I'm acting
And my features
Just to put you on
Dog I came from
Take the and clean it
I'm a dog
Tell her hit or miss me the fucking monologue
I can't fight 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 these call charge
switches jerseys like it's all star
Press the on
it's all lost