Luyện nghe bài hát Chum

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,

It's been twelve years since my father left, left me fatherless
And I just used to say I hate him in jest
honestly I miss this nigga, like when I was six
And every I got the chance to say it I would swallow it
Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, shots
I storm that whole bottle, I'll show you a role
I'm drunk, pissy, on somebody front lawn
Trying to figure out how and the fuck I missed moderate
Momma often was peace offerings
Think, wheeze cough, scoffing and he's off
for a big brother, Tyler was that
And plus he how I rap, the blunted mice in the trap
Too for the white 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, evident
And them eyes, where he hiding all icicles at?

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

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

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

sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate
the city with 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!"