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, behind the yellow tape
I started money in eleventh grade
Soon as I learned that the you do, the less you wait
Got a bigger crib, use the extra space
Shit was so in 2008
Growing pains, fill the open veins with
Relapse, I eat that, I complain
I'm just
You want war, this N64 champion (Sucker)
Out of space channeling, brain
Heavy rain cancelling, proud to be American
They me "Get yourself straight
How more money can you make?"

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

I'm a motherfucker, took too many uppers
Now Rush Hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker
I stuck around the past six
Karma is a bitch and that bitch don't ya
We was in the you could smell the weed
Bitches naked, we was selling E
Bitches kissing bitches just Ellen D
In the kitchen biscuits, giving generously
I the lord I made it out, no STD
a few too many brain cells, I'm special needs
They tell me "Get straight
How much 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 shit
The world give a fuck about your loneliness
I'm just tryna up old and rich
The don't give a fuck about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be shit
The world don't give a fuck your loneliness