Luyện nghe bài hát Need to Know

Washing out cigarettes in the
Should probably only give my when I'm asked to
I'm really good at telling the truth but usually only when I have to
The money work, the chain doesn't work
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the
Got me in my bed like I'm laying in the hearse
And the grass is always when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and poppin'
And got some weed and got some
And got some and got some syurp
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched them with my
And I just Instagrammed them to show you that I got them first
Got a Louis bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm tryna find God through a purchase, I'm not tryna go to
Amen, Satan, me not to serve
I think about myself, I only think about my worth
I only think my come-up, capitalism
Look at we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so

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

I cry when she smile with her eyes
I'm already to tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be white
I scratched out this line so times, I can't 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 it easy to write
I met the in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don't need a thing, he warned of
But I know he come in all forms, won't be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I'm running where the is
in the mirror like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?"
He handed a choice but he ain't hold my in it
I a pretty penny on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White
Right next to Eazy Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the parts
Take out the God references, just leave the parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the
And now the girls call me nigga at my show
I that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I famous over night
I wish that I open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I famous over night

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