Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out in the bathroom
Should probably only give my opinion I'm asked to
I'm good at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
The money doesn't work, the chain 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 greener when you play on
Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and percs
And got some weed and got some
And got some and got some syurp
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched them my shirt
And I just them both to show you that I got them first
Got a duffel bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm tryna find God a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, told me not to
I only think about myself, I only think my worth
I only about 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
tell you what you need to hear
Cause the would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth be
I'mma tell you what you to know
I'mma tell you what you to hear
the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, the truth would be

I cry she smile with her eyes closed
I'm afraid to tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be folks
I scratched out line so many times, I can't forget it
It's fucked up, I say it almost every time that I edit
I swear rapping make it to lie
But secrets make it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly ended
I don't a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, won't be his last visit
Time is moving 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 hold my hand in it
I a pretty penny on microphones, many midis
In and cds, I put the indy in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White
Right next to Eazy like Mike
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke
Take out the God references, just the cool parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no at the show
And now the girls call me nigga at my show
I wish that I could twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became over night
I that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day I became famous over night

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