Luyện nghe bài hát Chum

Something to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate
the city with criminals, stealth, welcome to enemy turf
Harder than work, "Golf" is stitched 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 just used to say I hate him in jest
honestly I miss this nigga, like when I was six
And every time I got the chance to say it I swallow it
Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, skip
I storm that whole bottle, I'll you a role model
I'm drunk, pissy, pissing on somebody front
Trying to figure out how and when the fuck I missed
Momma was offering peace offerings
Think, wheeze cough, and he's off again
for a big brother, Tyler was that
And plus he liked how I rap, the blunted in the trap
Too for the white 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, evident
And them eyes, where he hiding all them at?

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

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

Uh time lapse, bars rot in heart's pit
Was mobbin' deep as '96 Havoc and did
We were the pottymouth crash the party and dip
With all belongings then toss em out to the
Nothing was fucking awesome, to make it from the bottom
His feeling as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is
Supreme and weed gardeners garnishing spliffs
With Keef particles and entering with 'zine article
Tolerance for boundaries, I you happy now
Craven and these niggas done track me down
Just to be the guys did it, like, "I like attention"
Not the type niggas trying to get a raise 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
more than they were before all of this shit"
Been back a week and I already feel calling it quits

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

"Ha ha ha!"