Luyện nghe bài hát Chum

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

It's been twelve years since my father left, left me fatherless
And I just used to say I him in dishonest jest
When honestly I miss this nigga, 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 somebody front
Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed
Momma often was peace offerings
Think, wheeze cough, scoffing and he's off
Searching for a big brother, was that
And plus he liked how I rap, the 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
Through the city 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 that in my headphones"

Uh time lapse, bars rot in bottomless pit
Was mobbin' as '96 Havoc and Prodigy did
We were the posse crash the party 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 Carter's knee cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed gardeners spliffs
With Keef particles and entering apartments 'zine article
Tolerance for boundaries, I you happy now
Craven and these niggas done track me down
Just to be the guys did it, like, "I like 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 my mom and I are strained and tightened
Even than they were before all of this shit"
Been back a week and I already feel like calling it

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

"Ha ha ha!"