Luyện nghe bài hát Chum

Something to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate
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,

It's probably been twelve years since my father left, me fatherless
And I used to say I hate 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 would it
Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip
I storm that whole bottle, I'll show you a role
I'm drunk, pissy, pissing on somebody lawn
Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed
Momma often was peace offerings
Think, wheeze cough, and he's off again
for a big brother, Tyler was that
And he liked how I rap, the blunted mice 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, evident
And eyes, where he hiding all them icicles at?

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

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

Uh time lapse, rot in heart's bottomless pit
Was mobbin' deep as '96 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
garment and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
With Keef particles and entering apartments with article
Tolerance for boundaries, I you happy now
Craven and these Complex-fuck niggas track me down
Just to be the guys that did it, like, "I attention"
Not the type where niggas trying to get a at my expense
Supposed to be grateful,
Like, "Thanks so much, you made my
Harder, and the between my mom and I are strained and tightened
Even more than were before all of this shit"
Been back a week and I already feel calling it quits

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

"Ha ha ha!"