Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out in the bathroom
Should only give my opinion when I'm asked to
I'm really good at telling the truth but usually only when I have to
The money doesn't work, the chain 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 when you play on astroturf
why my generation poppin' pills and poppin' percs
And got some and got some purp
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 bag, I got my girl a purse
I'm tryna find God a purchase, I'm not tryna go to church
Amen, Satan, told me not to
I only think about myself, I only think my worth
I think about my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we from, we are what we run from
We are why we some, so numb, so numb, so numb

tell you what you need to know
I'mma tell you what you need to
Cause the truth be too much
Yeah the would be, yeah the truth would be
I'mma you what you need to know
tell 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 her eyes closed
I'm already afraid to tight
I want all her friends to be white folks
I out this line so many times, I can't forget it
It's fucked up, I say it almost every time that I edit
I swear rapping make it to lie
But don't make 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, that won't be his visit
Time is moving fast and I'm running the past 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 spent a penny on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White
next to Eazy like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the juke
Take out the God references, just the cool parts
I opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show
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 to the day before I became famous over night

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