Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out cigarettes in the
Should probably give my opinion when 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 broken in my brain, got me praying in the
Got me stranded in my bed like I'm laying in the
And the grass is greener when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation pills and poppin' percs
And got some weed and got purp
And got some bars and got syurp
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched them my shirt
And I just Instagrammed both to show you that I got them first
Got a Louis bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm find God through a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, me not to serve
I only think about myself, I only about my worth
I think about my come-up, capitalism
at where we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we some, so numb, so numb, so numb

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

I cry when she smile her eyes closed
I'm already afraid to tight
I want all her best friends to be white
I scratched out this line so many times, I can't it
fucked up, I almost say it almost every time that I edit
I swear make it easy to lie
But secrets make it easy to write
I met the in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don't a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, won't be his last visit
is moving fast and I'm running where the past is
Looking in the mirror like, "Damn that my dad, is it?"
He handed a choice but he ain't my hand in it
I spent a pretty on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the indy in Windy
giver, Black father, White liar
Right next to Eazy like Mike
Stare at the cue cards, take out the 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 wish that I could open twice, sit at the open mic
Go back to the day before I famous over night
I wish that I could open twice, sit at the open mic
Go to the day before I became famous over night

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