Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out in the bathroom
Should probably only my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm really good at the half truth but usually only when I have to
The money doesn't work, the 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 grass is always greener you play on astroturf
why my generation poppin' pills and poppin' percs
And got some and got some purp
And got some bars and got some
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched them my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them both to show you I got them first
Got a Louis bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm tryna find God a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, me not to serve
I only think myself, I only think about my worth
I think about my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we from, we are what we run from
We are why we some, so numb, so numb, so numb

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

I cry when she smile her eyes closed
I'm already to tight clothes
I want all her friends to be white folks
I scratched out line so many times, I can't forget it
It's fucked up, I almost say it almost every time I edit
I swear rapping make it 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 know he come in all forms, won't 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 my hand in it
I spent a penny on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the indy in City
Indian giver, Black father, White
Right to Eazy like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke
Take out the God references, just the cool parts
I remember for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show
And now the girls call me nigga at my show
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the mic
Go back to the day before I became over night
I wish that I open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became over night

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