Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

I give a fuck less and everyday
The more you give a fuck, I guess the less you (Money)
Homie we just out here tryna
Heaven is a crime scene, stand behind the yellow
I started making money in eleventh
Soon as I learned that the more you do, the less you
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 want war, this N64 champion (Sucker)
Out of channeling, brain damaging
Heavy rain game cancelling, to be American
They tell me "Get yourself
How much more can you make?"

I'm just tryna grow up old and
Maybe get to a local bitch
I be, I be, I be, I be shit
The don't give a fuck about your loneliness
I'm just grow up old and rich
The don't give a fuck about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be shit
The don't give a fuck about your loneliness

I'm a deranged motherfucker, took too many
Now Rush Hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker
I stuck around the six summers
Karma is a bitch and that bitch don't ya
We was in the attic you could smell the
getting naked, we was selling E
Bitches bitches just like Ellen D
In the kitchen whipping biscuits, generously
I thank the I made it out, no STD
Lost a few too many brain cells, I'm needs
tell me "Get yourself straight
How more money can you make?"

I'm just grow up old and rich
Maybe get married to a local
I be, I be, I be, I be shit
The don't give a fuck about your loneliness
I'm just tryna up old and rich
The world don't give a about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be over
The don't give a fuck about your loneliness