Luyện nghe bài hát Rush Hour

I give a fuck less and less
The more you give a fuck, I guess the less you (Money)
Homie we just out here tryna
Heaven is a crime scene, 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 extra
was so different in 2008
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 channeling, brain damaging
Heavy rain game cancelling, proud to be
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 don't give a fuck about your
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 over
The world don't give a fuck about loneliness

I'm a deranged motherfucker, too many uppers
Now it's Rush Hour, Chan, Chris Tucker
I stuck the past six summers
Karma is a bitch and that bitch love ya
We was in the you could smell the weed
Bitches naked, we was selling E
Bitches kissing bitches just like D
In the whipping biscuits, giving generously
I thank the I made it out, no STD
Lost a few too many brain cells, I'm needs
They me "Get yourself straight
How more money can you make?"

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