Luyện nghe bài hát Need to Know

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

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

I cry when she smile with her eyes
I'm already afraid to clothes
I all her best friends to be white folks
I out this line so many times, I can't forget it
It's up, I almost 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 need a thing, he warned of
But I know he in all forms, that won't be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I'm where the past is
Looking in the mirror like, "Damn ain't my dad, is it?"
He a choice but he ain't hold my hand in it
I a pretty penny on microphones, many midis
In and cds, I put the indy in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White
Right next to Eazy like Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke
Take out the God references, just leave the parts
I remember for Ben, wasn't no liquor 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 that I could open twice, sit at the open mic
Go back to the day before I famous over night

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