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 dirt up off my
Psyche,

It's probably been years since my father left, left me fatherless
And I just used to say I him in dishonest jest
When I miss this nigga, like when I was six
And every time I got the chance to say it I swallow it
Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip
I storm whole 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 peace
Think, cough, scoffing and he's off again
Searching for a big brother, Tyler was
And plus he liked how I rap, the blunted mice in the
Too black for the kids, and too white for the blacks
From honor to cracking locks up off them bicycle racks
I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained, and I'm frightened, it's
And them eyes, he hiding all them icicles at?

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

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

Uh lapse, bars rot in heart's bottomless pit
Was mobbin' as '96 Havoc and Prodigy did
We were the pottymouth posse crash the and dip
all belongings 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 knee is
garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
With Keef particles and entering apartments 'zine article
for boundaries, I know you happy now
Craven and these Complex-fuck niggas done me down
Just to be the guys did it, like, "I like attention"
Not the type where niggas to get a raise at my expense
Supposed to be grateful,
Like, "Thanks so much, you made my
Harder, and the ties my mom and I are strained and tightened
Even more than they before all of this shit"
back a week and I already feel like calling it quits

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

"Ha ha ha!"