Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out cigarettes in the
Should probably give my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm really good at telling the half truth but usually when I have to
The money doesn't work, the doesn't work
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the
Got me stranded in my bed like I'm laying in the
And the grass is always greener you play on astroturf
Wonder why my poppin' pills and poppin' percs
And got some weed and got some
And got some bars and got some
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I and matched them with my shirt
And I just Instagrammed both to show you that I got them first
Got a duffel bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm tryna find God a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, me not to serve
I think about myself, I only think about my worth
I only think about my come-up,
Look at we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so

I'mma tell you you need to know
I'mma you what you need to hear
the truth would be too much
Yeah the truth be, yeah the truth would be
I'mma you what you need to know
I'mma tell you you need to hear
Cause the truth be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth be

I cry when she smile with her closed
I'm already to tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be folks
I scratched out this line so times, I can't forget it
It's fucked up, I almost say it almost time that I edit
I swear make it easy to lie
But secrets don't it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, ended discussion
I don't need a thing, he of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, won't be his last visit
Time is moving and I'm running where the past is
Looking in the mirror like, "Damn that my dad, is it?"
He handed a choice but he ain't my hand in it
I spent a penny on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the indy in Windy
Indian giver, father, White liar
Right to Eazy like Mike Myers
at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just the cool parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the
And now the white girls call me at my show
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the mic
Go back to the day before I became famous night
I wish that I could open twice, sit down at the mic
Go back to the day before I became over night

I'mma tell you you need to know
tell you what you need to hear
Cause the truth would be too
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the would be