Luyện nghe bài hát Home

Grow homeless.
Go on numbers, go on home.
There's nothing to see except insults 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 dream on shitty speakers.
Man it sucks to be myself and hurts to 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 again at square one who am I and who are
Consuming all of my time, ain't hip-hop,
But I'm to be a rapper.
Why did I make place?
I'm far away from home and I no home.
Why did I to this place?
Far away home and I have no home.

So I sleep under papers and talk to in public places,
I stagger and twitch, and drive a 400 car.
I'm taking it on the road again, time I'm never coming back 'til I'm dead.
another keg.
Shake my leg broken.
my name run it through the mud I still 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 the bush 'til my brain rots, and apples fall
And indulges and enjoys, and maybe 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 no shame, many dignities, and an inability to simplify.
So throw things, I'll catch them, and hopefully in you will to.
Let me for you, you're choked up and afraid to show it.
I'm a person, not a poet and it's to rhyme poet with show 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,
to no one's 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 fast it's hard to see the of my loved ones.
But their I follow and somehow end back in the same place,
'Til 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.