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 telling the half truth but usually only I have to
The money work, the chain doesn't work
broken in my brain, got me praying in the dirt
Got me in my bed like I'm laying in the hearse
And the grass is always greener when you on astroturf
Wonder why my poppin' pills and poppin' percs
And got weed 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 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 about myself, I only think about my worth
I only think about my come-up,
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 would be too
Yeah the truth be, yeah 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 truth would be, the truth would be

I cry she smile with her eyes closed
I'm already afraid to clothes
I want all her best to be white folks
I scratched out this line so times, I can't forget it
fucked up, I almost say it almost every time that I edit
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 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 handed a choice but he ain't hold my in it
I spent a pretty on microphones, many midis
In and cds, I put the indy in Windy City
giver, Black father, White liar
Right next to Eazy like Mike
Stare at the cue cards, out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just leave the parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the
And now the white girls call me nigga at my
I that 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 over night

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