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 I have to
The money doesn't work, the chain doesn't
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the
Got me in my bed like I'm laying in the hearse
And the grass is always greener when you play on
Wonder why my generation poppin' and poppin' percs
And got some and got some purp
And got some bars and got some
And got some on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them both to show you that I got them
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 only think myself, I only think about my worth
I only think my come-up, capitalism
Look at we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so

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

I cry when she smile her eyes closed
I'm already afraid to clothes
I want all her friends to be white folks
I scratched out this line so times, I can't forget 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 in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don't a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I he come in all forms, that won't be his last visit
Time is moving and I'm running where 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 a pretty penny on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the in Windy City
Indian giver, father, White liar
Right next to Eazy Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke
Take out the God references, just leave the cool
I remember for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show
And now the white call me nigga at my show
I that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over
I wish I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go to the day before I became famous over night

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