Luyện nghe bài hát Home

Grow homeless.
Go on numbers, go on home.
There's to see except insults thrown at body of works.
it before, and during, and after re-occuring.
Happening for a reason, I regret,
So I'll never be sorry to earn back the respect.
I'm a broken record, playing out a broken on shitty speakers.
Man it to be myself and hurts to bite the lips.
It to think they say I'm becoming something else.
Yet I the same,
And dirty, and and alone,
And needing to that I need no approval.
Here I am again at one who am I and who are they?
Consuming all of my time, ain't hip-hop,
But I'm to be a rapper.
Why did I this place?
I'm far away from home and I no home.
Why did I to this place?
Far from home and I have no home.

So I sleep under papers and talk to myself in places,
I stagger and twitch, and a 400 dollar car.
I'm taking it on the road again, this time I'm never coming back I'm dead.
Pour keg.
Shake my leg broken.
That's my name run it the mud I still remain
A beast, a mountain of moss all the stagnance.
This stage is the saddest I've ever been.
Let be a lesson,
Let us be cheapened.
not be the lesser,
Let's beat around the bush 'til my brain rots, and fall
And everyone indulges and enjoys, and dies of cancer.
We all gotta go, all gotta go, and I've changed my mind again.
I'm not gonna go out I should.
For I'm so humbled, I no shame, many dignities, and an inability to simplify.
So throw things, catch them, and hopefully in time you will to.
Let me breath for you, you're choked up and to show it.
I'm a person, not a poet and wack to rhyme poet with show it,
But see it's obvious I can't and I'm not finished.
But I live in this space so that much to me.
The to be in a space,
A like my own air,
to no one's throne.

La la la song is not a message.
Arrogant people me.
people interest me.
Why can't anybody me in peace?
Why
Brothers, sisters, orphans, and dolphins.
No one person is that special, we ride the bus to oblivion,
in a commune.
It's a small rock standing,
I understand, I need to lay down.
The background moves so fast hard to see the faces of my loved ones.
But voices I follow and somehow end back in the same place,
everything stops.
And nobodys there, and I'm down the street mumbling over the sound of my footsteps echoing off;
for a place to lay my feet
But home
home, excuse me sir, nobody's home.