Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out in the bathroom
probably only give my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm really at telling the half truth but usually only when I have to
The money doesn't work, the chain work
Something broken in my brain, got me in the dirt
Got me stranded in my bed I'm laying in the hearse
And the grass is always greener when you on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and poppin'
And got weed and got some purp
And got some and got some syurp
And got some on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them both to show you that I got first
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my girl a
I'm find God through a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, told me not to
I only think about myself, I only about my worth
I only think my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we come from, we are what we run
We are why we some, so numb, so numb, so numb

I'mma tell you what you to know
I'mma tell you you need to hear
Cause the would be too much
the truth would be, yeah the truth would be
I'mma tell you you need to know
I'mma tell you you need to hear
Cause the truth be too much
Yeah the would be, yeah the truth would be

I cry she smile with her eyes closed
I'm already afraid to clothes
I want all her best to be white folks
I scratched out this line so many times, I forget it
It's fucked up, I almost say it almost every that I edit
I swear make it easy to lie
But secrets don't make it easy to
I met the devil in Manhattan, ended discussion
I need a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I he come in all forms, that won't be his last visit
Time is moving and I'm running where the past is
Looking in the like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?"
He handed a choice but he ain't hold my in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones, midis
In years and cds, I put the in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White
Right next to like Mike Myers
at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just leave the cool
I opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show
And now the girls call me nigga at my show
I wish that I could twice, sit down at the open mic
Go to the day before I became famous over night
I wish that I could twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day I became famous over night

tell you what you need to know
I'mma tell you what you to hear
Cause the truth be too much
Yeah the truth would be, the truth would be