Luyện nghe bài hát Need to Know

Washing out in the bathroom
Should only give my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm really at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
The doesn't work, the chain doesn't work
Something in my brain, got me praying in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed I'm laying in the hearse
And the grass is always when you play on astroturf
why my generation poppin' pills and poppin' percs
And got some weed and got purp
And got some bars and got some
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched them with my
And I just 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 tryna go to
Amen, Satan, me not to serve
I think about myself, I only think about my worth
I only about my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we come from, we are what we run
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so

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

I cry when she smile with her closed
I'm already afraid to tight
I want all her best friends to be folks
I scratched out line so many times, I can't forget it
It's fucked up, I almost say it almost every that I edit
I swear rapping it easy to lie
But secrets don't make it to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly 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 running the past is
Looking in the like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?"
He a choice but he ain't hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones, many
In and cds, I put the indy in Windy City
Indian giver, father, White liar
Right next to like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke
Take out the God references, just leave the parts
I opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show
And now the white girls call me nigga at my
I wish that I 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 to the day before I became famous over night

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