Luyện nghe bài hát Need to Know

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

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

I cry she smile with her eyes closed
I'm afraid to tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be white
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 don't make it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, ended 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 moving fast and I'm where the past is
Looking in the like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?"
He handed a choice but he ain't hold my in it
I spent a penny on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White
next to Eazy like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke
Take out the God references, leave the cool parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no at the show
And now the white girls me nigga at my show
I wish I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day I became famous over night
I wish that I could open twice, sit at the open mic
Go back to the day I became famous over night

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