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 good at telling the truth but usually only when I have to
The money work, the chain doesn't work
Something broken in my brain, got me in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed I'm laying in the hearse
And the grass is always greener you play on astroturf
why my generation poppin' pills and poppin' percs
And got weed and got some purp
And got some bars and got syurp
And got some on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
And I Instagrammed them both to show you that I got them first
Got a Louis bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm tryna find God through a purchase, I'm not tryna go to
Amen, Satan, told me not to
I think about myself, I only think about my worth
I only think my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we come from, we are what we run
We are why we some, so numb, so numb, so numb

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

I cry when she smile with her eyes
I'm afraid to tight clothes
I want all her best to be white folks
I scratched out line so many times, I can't forget it
It's fucked up, I almost say it almost every time I edit
I swear rapping it easy to lie
But secrets make it easy 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 be his last visit
is moving fast and I'm running where the past is
Looking in the like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?"
He handed a but he ain't hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones, many
In years and cds, I put the indy in Windy
Indian giver, father, White liar
Right next to Eazy Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just leave the cool
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no at the show
And now the white girls me nigga at my show
I wish that I could open twice, sit at the open mic
Go to the day before I became famous over night
I wish I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became over night

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