Luyện nghe bài hát Cribcaged

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

The only that make a difference
Where the really happens
Don't with a Mercedes Benz
Or a wide showing nothing
nothing...

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

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

Successful
up people
Smiling
Famous
Red carpet
Wealthy
people
But still just

So fuck the million dollar
the Al Pacino posters
Fuck the drugs, the gold, the poles
Fuck the homies, the poses
Fuck the walls build around them
Fuck the bedroom nonsense
I don't want to hear voices
As long as vote with their wallets

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

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

up people
Shallow
Stupid
people
Meta
Theta

Oh, the ones they wear
I'm

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