Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

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

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

I'm a deranged motherfucker, too many uppers
Now it's Hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker
I around the past six summers
Karma is a and that bitch don't love ya
We was in the attic you could the weed
Bitches getting naked, we was E
Bitches bitches just like Ellen D
In the kitchen whipping biscuits, generously
I thank the I made it out, no STD
Lost a few too many brain cells, I'm special
They tell me "Get straight
How more money can you make?"

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