Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

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

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

I cry when she smile with her eyes
I'm already afraid to clothes
I want all her friends to be white folks
I scratched out this line so many times, I forget it
It's up, I almost say it almost every time that I edit
I swear rapping it easy to lie
But secrets don't make it easy to
I met the in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don't need a thing, he warned of
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 like, "Damn that 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, midis
In and cds, I put the indy in Windy City
Indian giver, father, White liar
Right to Eazy like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the parts
Take out the God references, leave the cool parts
I remember for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show
And now the white girls call me at my show
I wish 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 at the open mic
Go back to the day I became famous over night

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