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 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 greener when you play on
Wonder why my generation poppin' pills and percs
And got some weed and got some
And got some and got some syurp
And got some Jordan's on my feet, I went and matched them my shirt
And I just Instagrammed them both to you that 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 go to church
Amen, Satan, told me not to
I only think about myself, I only think about my
I only think my come-up, capitalism
Look at we come from, we are what we run from
We are why we smoke some, so numb, so numb, so

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

I cry when she smile with her 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 almost every time that I
I swear make it easy to lie
But secrets make it easy to write
I met the devil in Manhattan, ended discussion
I don't a thing, he warned of repercussions
But I know he come in all forms, that be his last visit
is moving fast and I'm running where the past is
Looking in the like, "Damn that ain't my dad, is it?"
He handed a but he ain't hold my hand in it
I spent a pretty penny on microphones, midis
In years and cds, I put the in Windy City
Indian giver, Black father, White
Right to Eazy like Mike Myers
at the cue cards, take out the juke parts
Take out the God references, just leave the parts
I remember opening for Ben, wasn't no at the show
And now the white girls call me at my show
I that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became famous night
I that I could open twice, sit down at the open mic
Go back to the day before I became over night

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