Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

I give a fuck less and everyday
The you give a fuck, I guess the less you make (Money)
Homie we just out tryna elevate
Heaven is a scene, stand behind the yellow tape
I started making in eleventh grade
Soon as I learned that the more you do, the less you
Got a bigger crib, always use the space
was so different in 2008
Growing pains, the open veins with Novocain
Relapse, I eat that, I don't
I'm rambling
You want war, N64 Blitz champion (Sucker)
Out of space channeling, brain
Heavy game cancelling, proud to be American
They tell me "Get straight
How much more can you make?"

I'm just tryna grow up old and
Maybe get married to a bitch
I be, I be, I be, I be shit
The world don't give a about your loneliness
I'm just tryna up old and rich
The don't give a fuck about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be shit
The world don't give a fuck your loneliness

I'm a motherfucker, took too many uppers
Now it's Rush Hour, Chan, Chris Tucker
I stuck the past six summers
Karma is a bitch and bitch don't love ya
We was in the attic you could the weed
getting naked, we was selling E
Bitches bitches just like Ellen D
In the kitchen whipping biscuits, giving
I the lord I made it out, no STD
Lost a few too many brain cells, I'm needs
They tell me "Get yourself
How more money can you make?"

I'm just tryna up old and rich
Maybe get married to a bitch
I be, I be, I be, I be over
The don't give a fuck about your loneliness
I'm just tryna up old and rich
The world don't a fuck about your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be shit
The world don't give a fuck about loneliness