Luyện nghe bài hát Need to Know

Washing out in the bathroom
Should probably give my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm really at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
The money work, the chain doesn't work
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the
Got me in my bed like I'm laying in the hearse
And the grass is always when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin' and poppin' percs
And got some and got some purp
And got some 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 you that I got them first
Got a Louis bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm find God through a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, told me not to
I think about myself, I only think about my worth
I only think about my come-up,
Look at where we come from, we are what we run
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so

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

I cry she smile with her eyes closed
I'm already to tight clothes
I want all her best to be white folks
I out this line so many times, I can't forget it
It's fucked up, I say it almost 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 discussion
I don't a thing, he warned 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
Looking in the mirror like, "Damn that my dad, is it?"
He handed a choice but he hold my hand in it
I a pretty penny on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the indy in Windy
giver, Black father, White liar
Right next to Eazy Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the parts
Take out the God references, just the cool parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no at the show
And now the white girls call me nigga at my
I wish that I could open twice, sit at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the mic
Go back to the day before I famous over night

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