Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out in the bathroom
Should probably only give my when I'm asked to
I'm really good at telling the half truth but 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 like I'm laying in the
And the grass is always greener when you on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and percs
And got some and got some purp
And got some bars and got some
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I and matched them with my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them both to you that I got them first
Got a Louis bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm tryna find God through a purchase, I'm not tryna go to
Amen, Satan, told me not to
I only think about myself, I think about my worth
I only think 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 tell you you need to know
I'mma tell you what you need to
Cause the truth be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the would be
I'mma tell you you need to know
tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the 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 scratched out this line so many times, I forget it
fucked up, I almost say it almost every time that I edit
I swear rapping it easy to lie
But secrets don't make it to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly ended
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 running the past is
Looking in the like, "Damn that 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, midis
In and cds, I put the indy in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White
Right next to Eazy like Myers
at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
Take out the God references, leave the cool parts
I remember for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show
And now the white girls me nigga at my show
I wish I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go to the day before I became famous over night
I wish that I could twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over

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