Luyện nghe bài hát Cribcaged

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

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

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

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

people
Dressed up
people
Famous
Red people
Wealthy
people
But just people

So fuck the dollar kitchen
Fuck the Al posters
Fuck the drugs, the gold, the strip
Fuck the homies, the poses
Fuck the walls they around them
Fuck the magic nonsense
I don't want to hear voices
As long as they vote with wallets

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

Successful
Dressed up
Smiling
people
Red carpet
people
Important
But still people

Messed up
people
Stupid
Plastic
Meta
Theta

Oh, fuck the ones wear
I'm

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