Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

I give a fuck less and less
The more you give a fuck, I guess the less you (Money)
Homie we just out tryna elevate
Heaven is a crime scene, behind the yellow tape
I making money in eleventh grade
Soon as I learned that the more you do, the you wait
Got a bigger crib, always use the extra
Shit was so in 2008
Growing pains, the open veins with Novocain
Relapse, I eat that, I complain
I'm rambling
You want war, this N64 Blitz (Sucker)
Out of space channeling, brain
Heavy rain game cancelling, proud to be
tell me "Get yourself straight
How more money can you make?"

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

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

I'm just grow 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 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 give a fuck about your