Luyện nghe bài hát Home

Grow homeless.
Go on numbers, go on home.
There's nothing to see except thrown at body of works.
Felt it before, and during, and re-occuring.
Happening for a reason, I regret,
So I'll never be sorry enough to back the respect.
I'm a broken record, playing out a broken dream on 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 acknowledge that I no approval.
Here I am 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 from and I have no home.
Why did I come to place?
Far away from home and I no home.

So I sleep under papers and talk to myself in places,
I and twitch, and drive a 400 dollar car.
I'm taking it on the road again, this time I'm never back 'til I'm dead.
Pour keg.
my leg it's broken.
That's my name run it through the mud I remain
A beast, a of moss purging all the stagnance.
This stage is the saddest place I've been.
Let be a lesson,
Let us be cheapened.
not be the lesser,
Let's beat around the bush 'til my rots, and apples fall
And everyone and enjoys, and maybe dies of cancer.
We all gotta go, it's all go, and I've changed my mind again.
I'm not go out like I should.
For I'm so humbled, I no shame, many dignities, and an inability to simplify.
So things, I'll 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 and it's wack to rhyme poet with show it,
But see it's obvious I change and I'm not finished.
But I live in this so give that much to me.
The to be in a space,
A like my own air,
Heir to no throne.

La la la this is not a message.
Arrogant people me.
Silent interest me.
Why can't leave 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 rock we're standing,
I understand, I need to lay down.
The background moves so fast it's to see the faces of my loved ones.
But their voices I and somehow end back in the same place,
'Til 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, excuse me sir, home.