Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out cigarettes in the
probably only give my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm good at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
The doesn't 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 laying in the
And the is always greener when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and 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 with my shirt
And I just Instagrammed both to show you that I got them first
Got a duffel bag, I got my girl 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 about my
I only think about my come-up,
Look at we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we some, so numb, so numb, so numb

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

I cry when she with her eyes closed
I'm afraid to tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be folks
I scratched out this line so times, I can't forget it
It's fucked up, I almost say it almost time that I edit
I swear make it easy 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 he come in all forms, that won't be his last visit
is moving 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 ain't hold my in it
I spent a penny on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the indy in City
Indian giver, father, White liar
Right next to like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the parts
Take out the God references, leave the cool parts
I opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show
And now the white girls me nigga at my show
I wish that I open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I famous over night
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the mic
Go back to the day before I became over night

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