Luyện nghe bài hát Chum

Something to it
Pendulum slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals, stealth, to enemy turf
Harder than immigrants work, "Golf" is into my shirt
Get up off the pavement brush the up off my psyche
Psyche,

probably been twelve years since my father left, left me fatherless
And I used to say I hate him in dishonest jest
When honestly I miss nigga, like when I was six
And every time I got the chance to say it I would it
Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, shots
I storm that whole bottle, I'll show you a model
I'm drunk, pissy, pissing on front lawn
Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed
Momma often was peace offerings
Think, wheeze cough, and he's off again
Searching for a big brother, was that
And plus he liked how I rap, the blunted in the trap
Too black for the white kids, and too white for the
From honor roll to cracking up off them bicycle racks
I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained, and I'm frightened, it's
And them eyes, where he hiding all icicles at?

Something to it
Pendulum slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals, stealth, welcome to enemy
than immigrants work, "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement brush the up off my psyche
Psyche,

"Can I get that, oh let me get that in my headphones"

Uh time lapse, bars rot in bottomless pit
Was mobbin' as '96 Havoc and Prodigy did
We were the pottymouth posse the party and dip
With all then toss em out to the audience
Nothing was fucking awesome, trying to make it the bottom
His sins feeling as hard as Vince Carter's cartilage is
garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
With Keef particles and apartments with 'zine article
Tolerance for boundaries, I know you now
Craven and these niggas done track me down
Just to be the guys that did it, like, "I attention"
Not the type where trying to get a raise at my expense
Supposed to be grateful,
Like, "Thanks so much, you my life
Harder, and the ties between my mom and I are strained and
Even more than they were all of this shit"
Been back a week and I already like calling it quits

sinister to it
Pendulum slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals, stealth, welcome to enemy
Harder than immigrants work, "Golf" is into my shirt
Get up off the brush the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche,

"Ha ha ha!"