Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out cigarettes in the
Should only give my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm really good at telling the half 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 stranded in my bed like I'm in the hearse
And the grass is always greener when you play on
Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and poppin'
And got some weed and got some
And got some bars and got 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 that I got first
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my a purse
I'm tryna find God through a purchase, I'm not go to church
Amen, Satan, told me not to
I think about myself, I only think about my worth
I only about 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

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

I cry when she smile with her closed
I'm already afraid to 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 every time that I edit
I swear make it easy to lie
But secrets don't make it to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, ended discussion
I don't need a thing, he of repercussions
But I know he in all forms, that won't be his last visit
Time is moving fast and I'm running the past is
Looking in the mirror like, "Damn 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, liar
Right to Eazy like Mike Myers
at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just leave the cool
I remember opening for Ben, no liquor at the show
And now the white girls call me at my show
I wish I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go to the day before I became famous over night
I wish that I could open twice, sit at the open mic
Go back to the day before I famous over night

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