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 good at telling the truth but usually only when I have to
The money work, the chain doesn't work
Something broken in my brain, got me in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed like I'm in the hearse
And the grass is always when you play on astroturf
why my generation poppin' pills and poppin' percs
And got some weed and got some
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 bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm tryna find God through a purchase, I'm not go to church
Amen, Satan, told me not to
I think about myself, I only think about my worth
I only about my come-up, capitalism
Look at we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so

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

I cry when she with her eyes closed
I'm already to tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be folks
I scratched out this line so many times, I can't it
It's fucked up, I almost say it almost every time that I
I swear make it easy to lie
But secrets don't make it easy to
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 be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I'm running the past is
Looking in the mirror like, "Damn ain't my dad, is it?"
He handed a choice but he ain't hold my in it
I spent a penny on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the indy in Windy
Indian giver, Black father, liar
Right next to Eazy like Mike
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke
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 at my show
I wish that I open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous night
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the mic
Go back to the day before I became over night

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