Luyện nghe bài hát Need to Know

out cigarettes in the bathroom
Should probably only 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 in my brain, got me praying in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed like I'm laying in the
And the grass is always greener when you play on
Wonder why my generation poppin' and poppin' percs
And got some weed and got some
And got some and got some syurp
And got Jordan's 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 go to church
Amen, Satan, me not to serve
I only think about myself, I only think 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

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

I cry when she smile with her closed
I'm already afraid to clothes
I want all her best to be white folks
I scratched out this line so many times, I forget it
It's fucked up, I say it almost every time that I edit
I swear make it easy to lie
But secrets make it easy to write
I met the in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don't a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, won't be his last visit
Time is moving and I'm running where the past is
Looking in the mirror like, "Damn that my dad, is it?"
He handed a but he ain't hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the indy in Windy
giver, Black father, White liar
Right to Eazy like 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, no liquor at the show
And now the white girls me nigga at my show
I wish that I open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous night
I wish that I could open twice, sit at the open mic
Go back to the day before I famous over night

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