Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

I give a fuck less and 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 making in eleventh grade
Soon as I that the more you do, the less you wait
Got a bigger crib, always use the extra
was so different in 2008
Growing pains, fill the open veins with
Relapse, I eat that, I don't
I'm just
You war, this N64 Blitz champion (Sucker)
Out of space channeling, damaging
rain game cancelling, proud to be American
They me "Get yourself straight
How much more can you make?"

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

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

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