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 here elevate
Heaven is a crime scene, stand the yellow tape
I making money in eleventh grade
as I learned that the more you do, the less you wait
Got a bigger crib, always use the extra
was so different in 2008
Growing pains, the open veins with Novocain
Relapse, I eat that, I complain
I'm rambling
You war, this N64 Blitz champion (Sucker)
Out of channeling, brain damaging
Heavy rain game cancelling, to be American
tell me "Get yourself straight
How much more 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 shit
The world give a fuck about your loneliness
I'm just tryna grow up old and
The world don't a fuck about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be over
The world don't give a fuck about loneliness

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