Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out cigarettes in the
Should only give my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm really good at the half truth but usually only when I have 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 like I'm in the hearse
And the grass is greener when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation pills and poppin' percs
And got some weed and got some
And got bars and got some syurp
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched them my shirt
And I Instagrammed them both to show you that I got them first
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my a purse
I'm tryna find God a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, me not to serve
I only think about myself, I only think about my
I only think my come-up, capitalism
Look at 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 to know
tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth be
I'mma you what you need to know
I'mma you what you need to hear
the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth 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 to be white folks
I out this line so many times, I can't forget it
It's fucked up, I almost say it almost every time that I
I swear rapping it easy to lie
But secrets make it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, ended discussion
I don't need a thing, he warned of
But I know he in all forms, that won't be his last visit
Time is fast 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, midis
In years and cds, I put the in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, liar
Right next to like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke
Take out the God references, just leave the cool
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no at the show
And now the white call me nigga at my show
I wish that I open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I famous over night
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the mic
Go back to the day I became famous over night

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