Luyện nghe bài hát Chum

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

probably been twelve years since my father left, 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 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 front
Trying to figure out how and when the I missed moderate
Momma often was offering peace
Think, cough, scoffing and he's off again
for a big brother, Tyler was that
And plus he how I rap, the blunted mice in the trap
Too black for the white kids, and too for the blacks
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 them at?

sinister to it
Pendulum slow, a degenerate moving
Through the city criminals, stealth, welcome to enemy turf
Harder than immigrants work, "Golf" is 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 deep as '96 Havoc and Prodigy did
We the pottymouth posse crash the party and dip
all belongings then toss em out to the audience
Nothing was fucking awesome, to make it from the bottom
His feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnishing
With Keef particles and apartments with 'zine article
Tolerance for boundaries, I you happy now
and these Complex-fuck niggas done track me down
Just to be the guys that did it, like, "I attention"
Not the type niggas trying to get a raise at my expense
to be grateful, right?
Like, "Thanks so much, you my life
Harder, and the ties between my mom and I are and tightened
Even more they were before all of this shit"
Been back a week and I already 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 the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche,

"Ha ha ha!"