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 usually only when I 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 always greener when you play on
Wonder why my poppin' pills and poppin' percs
And got some and got some purp
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 duffel bag, I got my 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 only think 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 tell you what you to know
I'mma tell you what you to hear
Cause the truth be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth be
tell you what you need to know
I'mma tell you what you to hear
Cause the truth be too much
Yeah the truth would be, the truth would be

I cry when she smile with her 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 time that I edit
I swear rapping make it to lie
But don't make it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, ended discussion
I don't need a thing, he of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that won't be his visit
Time is fast and I'm running where the past is
Looking in the like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?"
He handed a choice but he hold my hand in it
I a pretty penny on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the indy in 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, just leave the parts
I remember for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show
And now the white girls call me nigga at my
I that I could open 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 famous over night

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