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 at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
The money doesn't work, the chain work
Something broken in my brain, got me in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed I'm laying in the hearse
And the grass is always greener when you on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and poppin'
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 show you I got them first
Got a duffel bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm tryna find God 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 what we run
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 be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth be
I'mma you what you need to know
I'mma tell you you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too
the truth would be, yeah the truth would be

I cry she smile with her eyes closed
I'm afraid to tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be white
I scratched out this so many times, I can't forget it
fucked up, I almost say it almost every time that I edit
I swear make it easy to lie
But secrets don't make it easy to
I met the devil in Manhattan, ended discussion
I need a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that won't be his last
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 but he ain't hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones, many
In years and cds, I put the indy in Windy
Indian giver, Black father, White
next to Eazy like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just leave the cool
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the
And now the white call me nigga at my show
I wish that I could twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I famous over night
I wish I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go to the day before I became famous over night

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