Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

I'm a mannish motherfucker
I take my older brother
Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm selling
take a swig of this bourbon

Hit that, hit that,

Aight dude, aye who who's foolin' right
Who
nigga, aye, get down nigga
Aye nigga, get down
Aye nigga, get nigga
Shit!

Wuh, we seventy-five extra mail mannish
Hard-headed niggaz
On the dope track workin' overtime full of 'D'
through somewhere in the neighborhood
Of about thousand in illegal narcotics
through mah street, a week
Why motherfuckers gotta ask me how I'm doin' if I'm
When a starvin' and strugglin'
Even on my hip pretty much needlin' and
There still gonna never be enough lovin'

I'm of rippin' and runnin', dodgin' and duckin' bullets
I know my time is comin', is on me bad
The walls is closin' in, I I had a dad
But when I was ten, so mom's is all I had
And she was there for me I ran away from the pad
And now she disowned me and she claim me
Reverend wouldja put some blessin' oil on my
Before I end up dead, gall bladder of lead, scared
I guess a hard-head make a
I ain't gon' last if I keep fuckin' with this life

He would grow up to be nothin' but a
Or either in jail, or someone shoot him, uh
He would grow up to be but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or would shoot him

He would up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
He would grow up to be but a hoodlum
Or in jail, or someone would shoot him

Ah, I page my ties even though the filthy
Don't go to church, because I feel guilty
Nope, I don't wanna die 'cause the preacher preach the Gospel
I be ready to cry up in the of Pentecostal
I don't I'ma make it to see twenty-five
'Til I wash my hands and come
Shit, I'll be hella happy if I can just live to see

No to give for that nastiness
As a rebellious disobedient-ass child
He's easily influenced, around the wrong crowd
I'm willin' to do almost
Whatever it takes to make my
I'm on medication, chemically off-balance
Got me up [Incomprehensible], pickin' up hits
Pick-pickin' indo's and licks

He would grow up to be nothin' but a
Or either in jail, or someone would him, uh
He would up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would him

He would up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or would shoot him, uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a
Or either in jail, or would shoot him

But
Yes son
Tie my

Lace me up, me up
a tow-track, man

Ear-hustlin', make like a pampered suck-up

When it to this thang man I'm connoisseur

I read through the punk in the robb report

I off like dat
Grew up around talkers
A po-po-poppin' con

Go straight to the and get a bad leather jacket
Boy you
[Incomprehensible]

Like you when I was
But I got my life together and I myself as I got older
Na-uh, now I entertain, a sss-uh, a-smeb
Street smarts with a degree and a

He would grow up to be but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would him, uh
He grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would him

He grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would him, uh
He would grow up to be nothin' but a
Or either in jail, or someone would him

He would grow up to be but a hoodlum
Or in jail, or someone would shoot him, uh
He would grow up to be but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or would shoot him

He would grow up to be nothin' but a
Or either in jail, or would shoot him, uh
He grow up to be nothin' but a hoodlum
Or either in jail, or someone would him

Ah, it to me, uhh
Uhh uhh
on, uhh
it to me, uhh