Luyện nghe bài hát Growing Up

I'm a little motherfucker
I after my older brother
Started off selling marijuana, but now I'm yola
Here take a swig of 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 down
Shit!

Wuh, we about seventy-five extra mannish
Hard-headed niggaz
On the dope workin' overtime full of fuckin 'D'
Runnin' somewhere in the neighborhood
Of about seven-hundred thousand in illegal
Generatin' through mah street, a
Why motherfuckers ask me how I'm doin' if I'm alright?
a motherfucker's starvin' and strugglin'
Even on my hip pretty much and jugglin'
There still ain't gonna be enough lovin'

I'm of rippin' and runnin', dodgin' and duckin' bullets
I know my time is comin', is on me bad
The is closin' in, I wish I had a dad
But when I was ten, so mom's is all I had
And she was for me until I ran away from the pad
And now she disowned me and she don't me
Reverend wouldja put blessin' oil on my head
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' this fast life

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 shoot him

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

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

No life to for that nastiness
As a disobedient-ass problem child
He's easily influenced, hangin' the wrong crowd
I'm willin' to do almost
it takes to make my allowance
I'm on medication, chemically off-balance
Got me snatchin' up [Incomprehensible], pickin' up
Pick-pickin' and pullin' licks

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

He grow 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 in jail, or someone would shoot him

But
Yes son
Tie my

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

Ear-hustlin', make like a pampered game-a-saur

When it to this thang man I'm connoisseur

I through the punk registry in the robb report

I come off dat
Grew up around slick
A po-po-poppin' con

Go straight to the and get a bad leather jacket
Boy you
bankrupt

Like you I was younger
But I got my together and I bettered myself as I got older
Na-uh, now I entertain, a sss-uh, rover
Street with a degree and a diploma

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

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

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

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

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