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 home
Probably 'cause that fucking faith I show
Skippin church, the work
Hit a dirt, Tommy run it bitch
Grew up in a home 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 probably was a
Got on my soul, and my posse on my skin
Sweaty they dollar top lotto picks
Promise I am not the one to fucking plot against
Love him, but my father ain't my mother friend
to figure out how to start a mother fucking end
Trend dodging, a bitch by me
Back
bag full of sand
Place myself the rap
Cash is in
Packs get vac
the Tin Man
Cardiac
Missing past real, in it, words dentists

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

My mama wonder why it seem to reach
See my Daddy in the way I'm
And my features
trying to put you on
Dog I came from
Take the plate and it
I'm a dog
Tell her hit or miss me the fucking monologue
Lord I can't it
I'm tryna brawl
Get a cop a hog dog
I'm the type of nigga that you cop raw off
hoes off
Grab the board and these niggas call
switches jerseys like it's all star
Press the on
Think it's all