Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

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

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

I'm a deranged motherfucker, took too many
Now it's Rush Hour, Jackie Chan, Tucker
I stuck around the six summers
Karma is a bitch and that bitch love ya
We was in the attic you smell the weed
Bitches naked, we was selling E
kissing 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 me "Get yourself straight
How much more can you make?"

I'm just tryna 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 just tryna up old and rich
The world don't give a fuck your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be shit
The world give a fuck about your loneliness