Luyện nghe bài hát Need to Know

Washing out in the bathroom
Should probably only give my opinion I'm asked to
I'm really at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
The money doesn't work, the doesn't work
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the
Got me stranded in my bed I'm laying in the hearse
And the grass is always greener you play on astroturf
Wonder why my 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 and matched them with my shirt
And I Instagrammed them both to show you that I got them first
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my a purse
I'm tryna find God through a purchase, I'm not go to church
Amen, Satan, told me not to
I only think about myself, I only think about my
I only think my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we come from, we are 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 would be, yeah the truth would be
I'mma 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 would be

I cry she smile with her eyes closed
I'm already afraid to clothes
I want all her best friends to be 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 rapping make it easy to lie
But secrets don't make it to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly discussion
I don't need a thing, he warned of
But I know he in all forms, that won't be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I'm where the past is
Looking in the mirror like, "Damn ain't my dad, is it?"
He a choice 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, father, White liar
Right next to Eazy like Mike
at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just leave the cool
I remember for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show
And now the girls call me nigga at my show
I wish that I could open twice, sit 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 before I famous over night

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