Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

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

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

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

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