Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

I give a fuck less and less
The more you give a fuck, I guess the you make (Money)
Homie we just out here tryna
Heaven is a crime scene, stand behind the yellow
I started making in eleventh grade
Soon as I learned that the you do, the less you wait
Got a bigger crib, always use the extra
was so different in 2008
Growing pains, the open veins with 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 me "Get yourself straight
How much money can you make?"

I'm just tryna up old and rich
get married to a local bitch
I be, I be, I be, I be over
The world give a fuck about your loneliness
I'm tryna 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 about 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 bitch and bitch don't love ya
We was in the you could smell the weed
Bitches getting naked, we was E
Bitches kissing bitches just like D
In the kitchen biscuits, giving generously
I thank the lord I it out, no STD
a few too many brain cells, I'm special needs
They tell me "Get yourself
How more money can you make?"

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