Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

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

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

I'm a motherfucker, took too many uppers
Now Rush Hour, Jackie Chan, Chris Tucker
I around the past six summers
Karma is a bitch and that bitch love ya
We was in the attic you could the weed
Bitches naked, we was selling E
Bitches kissing just like Ellen D
In the kitchen 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 yourself
How more money can you make?"

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