Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

I give a fuck and less everyday
The more you give a fuck, I the less you make (Money)
Homie we just out here tryna
Heaven is a scene, stand behind the yellow tape
I started making in eleventh grade
Soon as I that the more you do, the less you wait
Got a bigger crib, always use the space
Shit was so different in
Growing pains, the open veins with Novocain
Relapse, I eat that, I complain
I'm just
You want war, this N64 champion (Sucker)
Out of channeling, brain damaging
Heavy rain game cancelling, proud to be
tell me "Get yourself straight
How much more 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 shit
The world don't give a fuck your loneliness
I'm tryna grow up old and rich
The world don't give a fuck your loneliness
I be, I be, I be, I be over
The world give a fuck about your loneliness

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

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