Luyện nghe bài hát Cribcaged

The only that we should care for
Are the that we are here for
The belonging to our children
That do that we do, scar our wounds

The cribs that make a difference
Where the really happens
Don't come with a Benz
Or a wide screen nothing
nothing...

I'm sick of home control
Sick of home designers
Sick of drugs and gold and poles
Sick of homies, of poses

Despite the nodding staff that you
Despite name on clothes and perfume
Despite the way the press you
just people...

Successful
Dressed up
Smiling
people
Red people
Wealthy
Important
But just people

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

Fuck the silly "throw you out"
Fuck the framed cigar DeNiro
their lack of originality and personality
Fuck this
Fuck this new
conformity
Fuck their
their sordity
Fuck the way fuck equality
Fuck their gear
the ones they wear
You're people...

people
Dressed up
Smiling
Famous
Red people
Wealthy
Important
But still just

Messed up
Shallow
Stupid
people
Meta
people

Oh, fuck the they 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, scar our wounds