Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out in the bathroom
probably only give my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm really good at telling the half truth but 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 laying in the
And the grass is always greener 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 Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them to show you that I got them first
Got a Louis bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm find God through a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, me not to serve
I think about myself, I only think about my worth
I think 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 you what you need to know
I'mma you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too
the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
I'mma tell you you need to know
tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth be too much
the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

I cry when she with her eyes closed
I'm already to tight clothes
I want all her friends 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 every time I edit
I rapping make it easy to lie
But secrets don't make it to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly 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 moving fast and I'm where the past is
Looking in the mirror like, "Damn ain't my dad, is it?"
He a choice but he ain't hold my hand in it
I spent a penny on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the indy in 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 opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show
And now the white girls call me nigga at my
I wish that I could twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became over night
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over

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