Luyện nghe bài hát Need to Know

Washing out in the bathroom
probably only give my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm really good at telling the half truth but only when I have to
The money doesn't work, the chain 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
Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and percs
And got some weed and got some
And got some and got some syurp
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched with my shirt
And I just them both to show you that I got them first
Got a Louis bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm tryna find God through a purchase, I'm not go to church
Amen, Satan, me not to serve
I only think about myself, I only think my worth
I only about my come-up, capitalism
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
Cause the would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth be
I'mma tell you you need to know
I'mma tell you what you need to
Cause the would be too much
Yeah the truth be, yeah the truth would be

I cry when she smile her eyes closed
I'm already afraid to clothes
I all her best friends to be white folks
I scratched out this line so many times, I can't it
It's fucked up, I almost say it almost time that I edit
I swear make it easy to lie
But secrets don't make it to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, ended 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
in the mirror like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?"
He handed a choice but he hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones, many
In years and cds, I put the in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White
Right next to Eazy like Myers
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 at the show
And now the white call me nigga at my show
I wish that I could twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became over night
I wish that I could twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous night

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