Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

I give a fuck and less everyday
The more you give a fuck, I the less you make (Money)
Homie we just out tryna elevate
Heaven is a crime scene, stand the yellow tape
I started money in eleventh grade
Soon as I that the more you do, the less you wait
Got a bigger crib, always use the space
was so different in 2008
Growing pains, fill the open veins with
Relapse, I eat that, I complain
I'm just
You want war, this N64 champion (Sucker)
Out of space channeling, damaging
Heavy rain game cancelling, to be American
They tell me "Get yourself
How much money can you make?"

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

I'm a motherfucker, took too many uppers
Now Rush Hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker
I stuck the past six summers
Karma is a bitch and that bitch don't ya
We was in the attic you could smell the
Bitches naked, we was selling E
Bitches kissing bitches just Ellen D
In the kitchen whipping biscuits, giving
I thank the I made it out, no STD
Lost a few too many brain cells, I'm needs
They tell me "Get yourself
How more money can you make?"

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