Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

I give a fuck less and everyday
The you give a fuck, I guess the less you make (Money)
Homie we out here tryna elevate
Heaven is a crime scene, behind 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 space
Shit was so different in
Growing pains, fill the open 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 cancelling, proud to be American
They me "Get yourself straight
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 about 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 shit
The world don't give a fuck about loneliness

I'm a deranged motherfucker, took too many
Now Rush Hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker
I around the past six summers
is a bitch and that bitch don't love ya
We was in the attic you could smell the
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
Lost a few too brain cells, I'm special needs
They tell me "Get yourself
How more money can you make?"

I'm just tryna grow up old and
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 just tryna grow up old and
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 loneliness