Luyện nghe bài hát Need To Know

Washing out in the bathroom
Should probably only give my opinion I'm asked to
I'm really good at the half truth but usually only when I have to
The money doesn't work, the chain doesn't
Something broken in my brain, got me praying in the
Got me stranded in my bed I'm laying in the hearse
And the grass is always when you play on astroturf
Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and 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 I got them first
Got a Louis duffel bag, I got my a purse
I'm tryna find God through a purchase, I'm not tryna go to
Amen, Satan, told me not to
I only think myself, I only think about my worth
I only about my come-up, capitalism
Look at where we come from, we are we run from
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so

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

I cry when she with her eyes closed
I'm already to tight clothes
I all her best friends to be white folks
I scratched out line so many times, I can't forget it
It's fucked up, I almost say it every time that I edit
I swear rapping make it to lie
But secrets don't make it to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, quickly discussion
I need a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that won't be his visit
is moving fast and I'm running where 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 spent a pretty on microphones, many midis
In years and cds, I put the indy in City
Indian giver, Black father, White
Right next to like Mike Myers
Stare at the cue cards, take out the parts
out the God references, just leave the cool parts
I opening for Ben, wasn't no liquor at the show
And now the white girls me nigga at my show
I wish that I open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day I became famous over night
I that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous over

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