Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

I a fuck less and less everyday
The you give a fuck, I guess the less you make (Money)
Homie we out here tryna elevate
Heaven is a scene, stand behind the yellow tape
I started making in eleventh grade
Soon as I learned that the more you do, the you wait
Got a crib, always use the extra space
Shit was so in 2008
Growing pains, fill the open veins Novocain
Relapse, I eat that, I complain
I'm just
You war, this N64 Blitz champion (Sucker)
Out of space channeling, brain
Heavy rain cancelling, proud to be American
They tell me "Get straight
How much more can you make?"

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

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

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