Luyện nghe bài hát Home

Grow homeless.
Go on numbers, go on home.
There's to see except insults thrown at body of works.
Felt it before, and during, and re-occuring.
for a reason, I never regret,
So never be sorry enough to earn back the respect.
I'm a broken record, playing out a broken on shitty speakers.
Man it sucks to be myself and to bite the lips.
It kills to think they say I'm becoming 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, ain't hip-hop,
But I'm to be a rapper.
Why did I this place?
I'm far away home and I have no home.
Why did I come to place?
Far away from and I have no home.

So I under papers and talk to myself in public places,
I stagger and twitch, and a 400 dollar car.
I'm taking it on the again, this time I'm never coming back 'til I'm dead.
Pour keg.
Shake my leg broken.
That's my run it through the mud I still remain
A beast, a mountain of moss all the stagnance.
This 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 'til my brain rots, and apples fall
And indulges and enjoys, and maybe dies of cancer.
We all gotta go, it's all gotta go, and I've changed my 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, I'll catch them, and in time you will to.
Let me breath for you, you're choked up and afraid to it.
I'm a person, not a poet and it's wack to rhyme poet with it,
But see obvious I can't 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 song is not a message.
people make me.
Silent interest me.
Why can't leave me in peace?
Why
Brothers, sisters, orphans, and dolphins.
No one person is that special, we the short bus to oblivion,
in a commune.
It's a small we're standing,
I wanna understand, I to lay down.
The background so fast it's hard to see the faces of my loved ones.
But their voices I follow and end back in the same place,
everything stops.
And nobodys there, and I'm walking down the street mumbling over the sound of my footsteps echoing
Looking for a to lay my feet
But home
Nobody's home, excuse me sir, home.