Luyện nghe bài hát Chum

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

It's probably been twelve years since my father left, me fatherless
And I just to say I hate him in dishonest jest
When I miss 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 bottle, I'll show you a role model
I'm drunk, pissy, on somebody front lawn
Trying to figure out how and when the I missed moderate
Momma was offering peace offerings
Think, wheeze cough, scoffing and off again
Searching for a big brother, was that
And plus he liked how I rap, the mice in the trap
Too black for the white kids, and too white for the
honor roll to cracking locks up off them bicycle racks
I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained, and I'm frightened, it's
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 into my shirt
Get up off the brush the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche,

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

Uh lapse, bars rot in heart's bottomless pit
Was deep 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 it from the bottom
His sins feeling as hard as Vince knee cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed gardeners spliffs
Keef particles and entering apartments with 'zine article
Tolerance for boundaries, I you happy now
Craven and Complex-fuck niggas done track me down
Just to be the guys that did it, like, "I attention"
Not the type where trying to get a raise at my expense
Supposed to be grateful,
Like, "Thanks so much, you my life
Harder, and the ties between my mom and I are strained and
more than they were before all of this shit"
Been back a week and I already feel like it quits

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

"Ha ha ha!"