Luyện nghe bài hát Home

Grow homeless.
Go on numbers, go on home.
nothing to see except insults thrown at body of works.
Felt it before, and during, and re-occuring.
for a reason, I never regret,
So I'll never be sorry to earn back the respect.
I'm a record, playing out a broken dream on shitty speakers.
Man it sucks to be and hurts to bite the lips.
It kills to think say I'm becoming something else.
Yet I the same,
And dirty, and and alone,
And to acknowledge that I need no approval.
Here I am at square 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 make place?
I'm far from home and I have no home.
Why did I to this place?
Far away from and I have no home.

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

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