Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

I give a fuck less and less
The more you give a fuck, I guess the you make (Money)
we just out here tryna elevate
Heaven is a crime scene, behind the yellow tape
I making money in eleventh grade
Soon as I learned that the you do, the less you wait
Got a bigger crib, always use the extra
Shit was so different in
Growing pains, fill the veins with Novocain
Relapse, I eat that, I complain
I'm rambling
You want war, N64 Blitz champion (Sucker)
Out of channeling, brain damaging
rain game cancelling, proud to be American
They tell me "Get straight
How much more can you make?"

I'm tryna grow up old and rich
get married to a local bitch
I be, I be, I be, I be shit
The world don't a fuck about your loneliness
I'm just tryna up old and rich
The don't give a fuck about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be shit
The world don't a fuck about your loneliness

I'm a deranged motherfucker, took too many
Now it's Rush Hour, Jackie Chan, Tucker
I stuck the past six summers
Karma is a bitch and that bitch love ya
We was in the attic you could the weed
Bitches naked, we was selling E
Bitches kissing bitches just Ellen D
In the kitchen whipping biscuits, generously
I thank the I made it out, no STD
a few too many brain cells, I'm special needs
They tell me "Get straight
How much more can you make?"

I'm just tryna grow up old and
get married to a local bitch
I be, I be, I be, I be over
The world don't give a fuck about your
I'm just tryna grow up old and
The world don't a fuck about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be shit
The world don't give a fuck about loneliness