Luyện nghe bài hát Grown Ups

Feel cage when that acid fade
Face the but your mind has changed
You a stable home
I acquire fame at naming
Contemplating ways of getting
Plotting on my
God for favors
Guess he isn't
'cause that fucking faith I didn't show
Skippin church, the work
Hit a dirt, Tommy run it bitch
up in a home that papa wasn't in
Came up of of work that my conscience in
Either way it goes, a lot is hit
And if it wasn't hoes, it probably was a lick
Got on my soul, and my posse on my skin
Sweaty they dollar top lotto picks
Promise that I am not the one to fucking plot
Love him, but my father ain't my mother fucking
Trying to figure out how to start a mother end
Trend dodging, a bitch by me
Back
Garbage bag of sand
myself the rap stale
Cash is in
get vac sealed
the Tin Man
Stillness
Missing past real, in it, words dentists

Don't know where I'm going, know where I been
Never these hoes, don't even trust my friends
Tell that to roll up, fucking with some grown ups
Don't where I'm going, don't know where I been
Never trust these hoes, don't trust my friends
that bitch to roll up, fucking with some grown ups

My mama wonder why it never seem to
See my in the way I'm acting
And my features
trying to put you on
Dog I came teachers
Take the plate and it
I'm a dog
Tell her hit or miss me the fucking monologue
Lord I fight it
Know I'm tryna
Get a cop a hog dog
I'm the type of nigga you cop your raw off
hoes off
Grab the board and these call charge
Chain switches jerseys like it's all
Press the on
Think all lost