Luyện nghe bài hát Chum

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

It's been twelve years since my father left, left me fatherless
And I just used to say I hate him in dishonest
When honestly I miss this nigga, when I was six
And every time I got the 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 lawn
Trying to figure out how and when the I missed moderate
often 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 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, evident
And them eyes, where he hiding all them at?

sinister to it
Pendulum swinging slow, a moving
Through the city with criminals, stealth, welcome to enemy
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 that in my headphones"

Uh time lapse, rot in heart's bottomless pit
Was mobbin' deep as '96 Havoc and did
We the pottymouth posse crash the party and dip
With all then toss em out to the audience
Nothing was fucking awesome, trying to make it from the
His sins feeling as hard as Carter's knee cartilage is
Supreme garment and weed gardeners garnishing
With Keef particles and entering apartments with article
Tolerance for boundaries, I you happy now
Craven and these Complex-fuck niggas done track me
Just to be the guys that did it, like, "I attention"
Not the type where 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 strained and
Even more they were before all of this shit"
Been back a week and I already feel like calling it

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 brush the dirt up off my
Psyche,

"Ha ha ha!"