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 that we do, scar our wounds

The only that make a difference
the magic really happens
Don't come with a Mercedes
Or a screen showing nothing
nothing...

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

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

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

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

Fuck the silly "throw you out"
Fuck the framed cigar smoked
Fuck their of originality and personality
Fuck travesty
this new norm
Fuck
Fuck their
Fuck their
Fuck the way they fuck
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
people
Plastic
Meta
Theta

Oh, fuck the they wear
I'm

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