Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out cigarettes in the
Should probably only my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm really good at telling the half but usually only when I have to
The money doesn't work, the chain work
broken 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 when you play on astroturf
why my generation poppin' pills and poppin' percs
And got some and got some purp
And got some bars and got some
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched with my shirt
And I just them both 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, told me not to
I only think about myself, I only think about my
I think about my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we from, we are what we run from
We are why we some, so numb, so numb, so numb

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

I cry she smile with her eyes closed
I'm already to tight clothes
I all her best 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 that I
I swear rapping it easy to lie
But don't make it easy to write
I met the in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don't a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I he come in all forms, that won't be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I'm running where the is
Looking in the mirror like, "Damn ain't my dad, is it?"
He handed a choice but he ain't my hand in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones, many
In years and cds, I put the indy in City
Indian giver, father, White liar
Right next to like Mike Myers
at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just 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 open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became over night
I that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous night

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