Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out in the bathroom
Should probably give my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm really good at telling the half but usually only when I have to
The doesn't work, the chain doesn't work
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the
Got me stranded in my bed I'm laying in the hearse
And the grass is always when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and poppin'
And got weed and got some purp
And got bars and got some syurp
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched them my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them both to show you that I got them
Got a Louis bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm tryna find God through a purchase, I'm not go to church
Amen, Satan, me not to serve
I think about myself, I only think about my worth
I only about my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we come from, we are we run from
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so

I'mma tell you what you need to
I'mma you what you need to hear
the truth would be too much
Yeah the would be, yeah the truth would be
tell you what you need to know
I'mma tell you you need to hear
Cause the truth be too much
Yeah the would be, yeah the truth would be

I cry when she smile with her eyes
I'm afraid to tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be folks
I scratched out this line so many times, I forget it
It's fucked up, I say it almost every time that I edit
I swear rapping it easy to lie
But secrets don't make it to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly ended
I need a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that won't be his last
Time is moving and I'm running where the past is
Looking in the mirror like, "Damn that my dad, is it?"
He handed a choice but he hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones, many
In and cds, I put the indy in Windy City
giver, Black father, White liar
Right to Eazy like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, out the juke parts
out the God references, just leave the cool parts
I remember opening for Ben, no liquor at the show
And now the white girls me nigga at my show
I wish that I could open twice, sit at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous night
I wish that I open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous night

I'mma tell you you need to know
I'mma you what you need to hear
Cause the truth be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the would be