Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out in the bathroom
Should probably only give my opinion 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 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 poppin' pills and poppin' percs
And got some weed and got purp
And got some and got some syurp
And got some on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them both to you that I got them first
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my girl a
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 only think about my come-up,
Look at where we come from, we are what we run
We are why we some, so numb, so numb, so numb

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

I cry she smile with her eyes closed
I'm already afraid to clothes
I want all her best friends to be white
I scratched out this line so times, I can't forget it
It's fucked up, I almost say it almost time that I edit
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 a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I'm where the past is
Looking in the like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?"
He handed a but he ain't hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the indy in City
Indian giver, Black father, liar
next to Eazy 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, no liquor at the show
And now the white girls call me nigga at my
I wish that I could open twice, sit at the open mic
Go back to the day before I famous over night
I that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day I became famous over night

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