Luyện nghe bài hát Chum

Something to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a moving
Through the with criminals, stealth, welcome to enemy turf
Harder than work, "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche,

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

sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a moving
Through the city with criminals, stealth, welcome to turf
Harder than immigrants work, "Golf" is stitched my shirt
Get up off the pavement the dirt 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 belongings toss em out to the audience
Nothing was fucking awesome, trying to it from the bottom
His sins as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is
Supreme and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
Keef particles and entering apartments with 'zine article
Tolerance for boundaries, I you happy now
Craven and these Complex-fuck done track me down
Just to be the guys that did it, like, "I attention"
Not the type niggas trying to get a raise at my expense
to be grateful, right?
Like, "Thanks so much, you my life
Harder, and the ties between my mom and I are strained and
Even than they were before all of this shit"
Been back a week and I already like calling it quits

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

"Ha ha ha!"