Luyện nghe bài hát Cribcaged

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

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

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

Despite the nodding that serves you
Despite your on clothes and perfume
Despite the way the observes you
just people...

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

So fuck the million kitchen
Fuck the Al Pacino
Fuck the drugs, the gold, the poles
Fuck the homies, fuck the
Fuck the walls they build them
Fuck the bedroom magic
I don't to hear their voices
As long as they vote with their

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

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

up people
Shallow
people
Plastic
Meta
people

Oh, fuck the ones they
I'm

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