Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

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

I'm just tryna grow up old and
Maybe get married to a local
I be, I be, I be, I be over
The don't give a fuck about 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 it's Rush Hour, Jackie Chan, Tucker
I stuck the past six summers
Karma is a bitch and bitch don't love ya
We was in the you could smell the weed
getting naked, we was selling E
Bitches bitches just like Ellen D
In the kitchen biscuits, giving generously
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 grow up old and rich
Maybe get married to a bitch
I be, I be, I be, I be over
The don't give a fuck about your loneliness
I'm just tryna grow up old and
The world don't give a fuck about your
I be, I be, I be, I be over
The world don't give a fuck about your