Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

I give a fuck less and less
The more you give a fuck, I the less you make (Money)
Homie we just out here tryna
Heaven is a crime scene, stand behind the tape
I started making money in eleventh
as I learned 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 with Novocain
Relapse, I eat that, I don't
I'm just
You want war, this N64 Blitz (Sucker)
Out of space channeling, damaging
Heavy rain cancelling, proud to be American
They tell me "Get straight
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 about loneliness
I'm tryna grow up old and rich
The world don't a fuck about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be shit
The world don't give a about your loneliness

I'm a motherfucker, took too many uppers
Now it's Hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker
I stuck around the past six
Karma is a bitch and that don't love ya
We was in the you could smell the weed
Bitches naked, we was selling E
Bitches kissing just like Ellen D
In the whipping biscuits, giving generously
I thank the lord I it out, no STD
a few too many brain cells, I'm special needs
They tell me "Get straight
How much money 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 shit
The world don't give a about your loneliness
I'm just tryna grow up old and
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