Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out in the bathroom
Should probably only give my opinion when I'm to
I'm really good at telling the half truth but usually when I have to
The money doesn't work, the chain work
broken in my brain, got me praying in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed like I'm laying in the
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 some bars and got syurp
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched them with my
And I just them both to show you that I got them first
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my girl a
I'm tryna God through a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, me not to serve
I think about myself, I only think about my worth
I only think about my come-up,
Look at where we come from, we are 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 what you to hear
the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth be
tell you what you need to know
I'mma tell you you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth be

I cry she smile with her eyes closed
I'm already afraid to tight
I want all her friends to be white folks
I scratched out this so many times, I can't forget it
It's fucked up, I almost say it almost every time that I
I swear rapping make it to lie
But secrets don't make it to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly discussion
I need a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that won't be his visit
Time is fast and I'm running where the past is
in the mirror like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?"
He handed a choice but he ain't my hand in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones, midis
In and cds, I put the indy in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White
Right next to Eazy like Myers
at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
Take out the God references, leave the cool parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the
And now the white girls call me nigga at my
I wish that I open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day I became famous over night
I that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I famous over night

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