Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out cigarettes in the
Should probably only give my opinion when I'm to
I'm really good at telling the half truth but only when I have to
The money doesn't work, the doesn't work
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the
Got me stranded in my bed like I'm in the hearse
And the grass is always when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation pills and poppin' percs
And got some and got some purp
And got some bars and got syurp
And got some on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
And I just them both 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, me not to serve
I only think about myself, I only think my worth
I only think my come-up, capitalism
Look at we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we some, so numb, so numb, so numb

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

I cry when she smile her eyes closed
I'm already afraid to tight
I want all her best 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 rapping make it easy to lie
But secrets make it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly discussion
I don't need a thing, he warned of
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 mirror like, "Damn ain't my dad, is it?"
He a choice 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 City
Indian giver, Black father, White
Right next to Eazy like Mike
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 call me nigga at my show
I wish I could open 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 back to the day before I famous over night

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