Luyện nghe bài hát Chum

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

probably been twelve years since my father left, left me fatherless
And I just used to say I hate him in jest
When honestly I this nigga, like when I was six
And every time I got the chance to say it I would it
Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip
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 when the fuck I missed
Momma often was peace offerings
Think, wheeze cough, scoffing and off again
Searching for a big brother, Tyler was
And plus he how I rap, the blunted mice in the trap
Too black for the white kids, and too 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, he hiding all them icicles at?

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

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

Uh time lapse, bars rot in heart's pit
Was mobbin' deep as '96 and Prodigy did
We were the posse crash the party and dip
With all belongings then em out to the audience
Nothing was fucking awesome, to make it from the bottom
His sins feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee is
Supreme garment and weed gardeners spliffs
Keef particles and entering apartments with '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 where niggas trying to get a raise at my
to be grateful, right?
Like, "Thanks so much, you my life
Harder, and the between my mom and I are strained and tightened
Even more than they before all of this shit"
Been back a week and I already feel like it quits

sinister to it
Pendulum slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city 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,

"Ha ha ha!"