Luyện nghe bài hát Need to Know

Washing out cigarettes in the
Should probably only my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm really good at the half truth but usually only when I have to
The money doesn't work, the chain doesn't
Something in my brain, got me praying in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed I'm laying in the hearse
And the is always greener when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and poppin'
And got some weed and got some
And got bars 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 duffel bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm tryna God through a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, me not to serve
I only think about myself, I think about my worth
I think about my come-up, capitalism
at where we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we some, so numb, so numb, so numb

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

I cry she smile with her eyes closed
I'm already to tight clothes
I want all her friends to be white folks
I scratched out line so many times, I can't forget it
It's fucked up, I almost say it every time that I edit
I swear make it easy to lie
But don't make it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly ended
I need a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I he come in all forms, that won't be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I'm running the past is
in the mirror like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?"
He handed a choice but he ain't hold my in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones, many
In years and cds, I put the indy in City
Indian giver, Black father, liar
Right to Eazy like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke
Take out the God references, just leave the cool
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the
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 before I became famous over
I wish that I could open twice, sit at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over

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 would be, the truth would be