Luyện nghe bài hát Chum

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

It's probably been twelve years since my father left, left me
And I just used to say I 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 swallow it
Sixteen, I'm hollow, intolerant, shots
I storm that whole bottle, I'll show you a role
I'm drunk, pissy, on somebody front lawn
Trying to figure out how and the fuck I missed moderate
Momma often was offering peace
Think, cough, scoffing and he's off again
Searching for a big brother, Tyler was
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 them bicycle
I'm indecisive, I'm scatterbrained, and I'm frightened, evident
And them eyes, where he hiding all icicles at?

Something to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate
Through the city with criminals, stealth, to enemy turf
than immigrants work, "Golf" is stitched into my shirt
Get up off the pavement brush the dirt up off my
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 posse crash the and dip
With all then toss em out to the audience
was fucking awesome, trying to make it from the bottom
His sins as hard as Vince Carter's knee cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed garnishing spliffs
With Keef particles and entering apartments 'zine article
Tolerance for boundaries, I know you now
Craven and these Complex-fuck niggas done me down
Just to be the that did it, like, "I like attention"
Not the where niggas 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 and tightened
Even than they were before all of this shit"
Been back a week and I already feel calling it quits

sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a degenerate
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,

"Ha ha ha!"