Luyện nghe bài hát Cribcaged

The only cribs that we care for
Are the ones we are here for
The ones belonging to our
That do that we do, from our wounds

The cribs that make a difference
Where the magic happens
Don't come a Mercedes Benz
Or a screen showing nothing
nothing...

I'm sick of home devices
Sick of home designers
Sick of and gold and strip poles
Sick of homies, sick of

Despite the staff that serves you
Despite name on clothes and perfume
Despite the way the observes you
You're people...

people
Dressed up
people
Famous
Red carpet
people
Important
But just people

So fuck the million kitchen
the Al Pacino posters
Fuck the drugs, the gold, the poles
the homies, fuck the poses
Fuck the they build around them
Fuck the magic nonsense
I don't to hear their voices
As long as they with their wallets

the silly "throw you out" joke
Fuck the cigar DeNiro smoked
Fuck their lack of originality and
this travesty
Fuck this new
conformity
Fuck Kristal
Fuck their
Fuck the way they fuck
Fuck their gear
Fuck the ones they
You're people...

people
Dressed up
people
people
Red people
Wealthy
people
But still people

up people
Shallow
Stupid
people
Meta
people

Oh, fuck the ones wear
I'm

The only cribs we should care for
Are the ones we are here for
The ones to our children
That do what we do, from our wounds