Luyện nghe bài hát Chum

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

It's probably been twelve since my father left, left me fatherless
And I just used to say I him in dishonest jest
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, on somebody front lawn
Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I moderate
Momma often was offering offerings
Think, wheeze cough, and he's 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 white for the
From honor roll to 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
swinging slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city with criminals, stealth, welcome to 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, rot in heart's bottomless pit
Was mobbin' deep as '96 Havoc and did
We were the posse crash the party and dip
With all belongings toss em out to the audience
was fucking awesome, trying to make it from the bottom
His sins feeling as hard as Vince Carter's cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed gardeners spliffs
With Keef particles and entering with 'zine article
Tolerance for boundaries, I you happy now
Craven and these Complex-fuck done track me down
to be the guys that did it, like, "I like attention"
Not the type where niggas trying to get a raise at my
Supposed to be grateful,
Like, "Thanks so much, you my life
Harder, and the ties between my mom and I are strained and
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 with criminals, stealth, welcome to enemy
Harder than immigrants work, "Golf" is stitched into my
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my
Psyche,

"Ha ha ha!"