Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out cigarettes in the
Should only give my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm really good at telling the half truth but usually only when I to
The money work, the chain doesn't work
Something 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 greener when you play on astroturf
why my generation poppin' pills and poppin' percs
And got weed and got some purp
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 Instagrammed them both to show you that I got first
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my 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,
at where 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
I'mma tell you you need to hear
Cause the truth be too much
Yeah the truth be, yeah the truth would be
I'mma tell you what you need to
tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too
Yeah the truth would be, the truth would be

I cry when she with her eyes closed
I'm already afraid to clothes
I want all her best to be white folks
I scratched out this line so many times, I can't it
It's fucked up, I almost say it every time that I edit
I swear rapping it easy to lie
But don't make it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly discussion
I don't need a thing, he of repercussions
But I know he in all forms, that won't be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I'm running where the is
Looking in the mirror like, "Damn that my dad, is it?"
He handed a but he ain't hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the indy in Windy
Indian giver, Black father, White
Right next to Eazy like Mike
Stare at the cue cards, take out the parts
Take out the God references, just leave the parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the
And now the white call me nigga at my show
I wish that I could open twice, sit at the open 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 famous night

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