Luyện nghe bài hát Chum

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

It's probably twelve years since my father left, left me fatherless
And I used to say I hate him in dishonest jest
When honestly I miss 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, pissing on somebody lawn
Trying to out how and when the fuck I missed moderate
often was offering peace offerings
Think, wheeze cough, scoffing and off again
for a big brother, Tyler was that
And plus he liked how I rap, the blunted in the trap
Too black for the white kids, and too white for the
From honor roll to cracking locks up off bicycle racks
I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained, and I'm frightened, it's
And them eyes, where he hiding all them at?

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

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

Uh time lapse, bars rot in heart's 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 feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is
garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
With Keef particles and entering apartments with article
for boundaries, I know you happy now
Craven and these Complex-fuck niggas track me down
to be the guys that did it, like, "I like attention"
Not the type where trying to get a raise at my expense
to be grateful, right?
Like, "Thanks so much, you made my
Harder, and the ties between my mom and I are and tightened
Even more than they before all of this shit"
Been back a week and I feel like calling it quits

sinister to it
Pendulum slow, a degenerate moving
Through the with criminals, stealth, welcome to enemy turf
than immigrants work, "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement brush the up off my psyche
Psyche,

"Ha ha ha!"