Luyện nghe bài hát Cribcaged

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

The only that make a difference
Where the really happens
come with a Mercedes Benz
Or a screen showing nothing
nothing...

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

Despite the nodding staff serves you
Despite your name on and perfume
the way the press observes you
You're people...

people
Dressed up
Smiling
people
Red people
Wealthy
Important
But still 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 they build around
the bedroom magic nonsense
I don't want to hear voices
As long as they vote with wallets

Fuck the "throw you out" joke
Fuck the framed cigar smoked
Fuck their of originality and personality
Fuck travesty
this new norm
Fuck
Fuck Kristal
Fuck their
Fuck the way fuck equality
Fuck their freebie
the ones they wear
You're people...

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

up people
Shallow
Stupid
people
Meta
people

Oh, fuck the ones wear
I'm

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