Luyện nghe bài hát Cribcaged

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

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

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

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

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

So fuck the dollar 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 magic nonsense
I don't to hear their voices
As as they vote with their wallets

Fuck the "throw you out" joke
Fuck the framed cigar DeNiro
Fuck their lack of originality and
this travesty
Fuck this new
conformity
Fuck their
their sordity
Fuck the way they fuck
Fuck their freebie
Fuck the they wear
You're people...

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

Messed up
people
Stupid
Plastic
Meta
people

Oh, the ones they wear
I'm

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