Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

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

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

I cry when she smile with her eyes
I'm already afraid to clothes
I want all her best to be white folks
I scratched out this so many times, I can't forget it
It's fucked up, I almost say it almost time that I edit
I rapping make it easy to lie
But secrets don't make it easy to
I met the devil in Manhattan, ended discussion
I don't need a thing, he of repercussions
But I know he in all forms, that won't be his last visit
Time is moving and I'm running where the past is
in the mirror like, "Damn that ain't 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
Indian giver, Black father, White
Right next to Eazy like Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke
Take out the God references, just the cool parts
I opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show
And now the girls call me nigga at my show
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the mic
Go back to the day before I famous over night
I wish that I open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over

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