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 be sorry enough to earn back the respect.
I'm a broken record, playing out a dream on shitty speakers.
Man it sucks to be myself and hurts to the lips.
It kills to think say I'm becoming something else.
Yet I the same,
And dirty, and and alone,
And needing to that I need no approval.
I am again at square one who am I and who are they?
Consuming all of my time, this hip-hop,
But I'm to be a rapper.
Why did I make this
I'm far away home and I have no home.
Why did I come to this
Far away from home and I no home.

So I sleep under papers and to myself in public places,
I stagger and twitch, and drive a 400 car.
I'm taking it on the road again, this I'm never coming back 'til I'm dead.
another keg.
Shake my leg broken.
That's my name run it through the mud I remain
A beast, a mountain of moss all the stagnance.
stage is the saddest place I've ever been.
Let be a lesson,
Let us be cheapened.
not be the lesser,
Let's beat around the bush my brain rots, and apples fall
And everyone indulges and enjoys, and maybe of cancer.
We all gotta go, it's all gotta go, and changed my mind again.
I'm not gonna go out I should.
For I'm so humbled, I have no shame, many dignities, and an to simplify.
So throw things, catch them, and hopefully in time you will to.
Let me breath for you, choked up and afraid to show it.
I'm a person, not a poet and it's wack to poet with show it,
But see it's I can't change 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 make me.
Silent interest me.
Why can't anybody leave me in
Why
Brothers, sisters, orphans, and dolphins.
No one is that special, we ride the short bus to oblivion,
in a commune.
It's a small we're standing,
I wanna understand, I to lay down.
The background moves so fast it's hard to see the faces of my ones.
But voices I follow and somehow end back in the same place,
everything stops.
And nobodys there, and I'm walking down the street over the sound of my footsteps echoing off;
Looking for a place to lay my
But home
Nobody's home, me sir, nobody's home.