Luyện nghe bài hát Chum

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

It's probably twelve years since my father left, left me fatherless
And I just to say I hate him in dishonest jest
When honestly I this nigga, like when I was six
And time I got the chance to say it I would swallow it
Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, shots
I storm that bottle, I'll show you a role model
I'm drunk, pissy, on somebody front lawn
Trying to out how and when the fuck I missed moderate
often was offering peace offerings
Think, wheeze cough, scoffing and he's off
Searching for a big brother, was that
And he liked how I rap, the blunted mice in the trap
Too black for the kids, and too white 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 with criminals, stealth, to enemy turf
Harder than work, "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the brush the dirt 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 were the pottymouth crash the party and dip
With all then toss em out to the audience
Nothing was fucking awesome, to make it from the bottom
His sins feeling as as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is
Supreme and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
With Keef and entering apartments with 'zine article
for boundaries, I know 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 to get a raise at my expense
to be grateful, right?
Like, "Thanks so much, you my life
Harder, and the between my mom and I are strained and tightened
Even than they were before all of this shit"
Been back a week and I already feel like calling it

sinister to it
Pendulum 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 brush the dirt up off my psyche
Psyche,

"Ha ha ha!"