Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out in the bathroom
Should probably only my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm really good at telling the half truth but usually only when I 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 like I'm in the hearse
And the grass is always greener you play on astroturf
why my generation poppin' pills and poppin' percs
And got some weed and got some
And got bars and got some syurp
And got Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched them with my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them both to show you I got them first
Got a duffel bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm tryna find God through a purchase, I'm not go to church
Amen, Satan, told me not to
I only think about myself, I only about my worth
I only think about my come-up,
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 you need to know
I'mma tell you what you need to
Cause the would be too much
Yeah the truth would be, yeah the truth be
I'mma 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

I cry when she smile her eyes closed
I'm afraid to tight clothes
I want all her best friends to be white
I scratched out this line so many times, I forget it
It's fucked up, I almost say it almost every time I edit
I swear make it easy to lie
But secrets make it easy to write
I met the in Manhattan, quickly ended discussion
I don't a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I'm running where the is
Looking in the like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?"
He handed a choice but he hold my hand in it
I a pretty penny on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the in Windy City
giver, Black father, White liar
Right next to Eazy like Myers
Stare at the cue cards, out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just leave the cool
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no at the show
And now the white call me nigga at my show
I wish that I could twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day I became 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 you what you need to know
I'mma tell you what you need to
Cause the would be too much
Yeah the truth be, yeah the truth would be