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.
Happening for a reason, I regret,
So I'll never be sorry to earn back the respect.
I'm a broken record, playing out a dream on shitty speakers.
Man it to be myself and hurts to bite the lips.
It kills to they say I'm becoming something else.
Yet I the same,
And dirty, and and alone,
And needing to that I need 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 this place?
I'm far away from and I have no home.
Why did I to this place?
Far away from and I have no home.

So I sleep under papers and talk to 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 back 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.
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 'til my brain rots, and apples fall
And everyone indulges and enjoys, and dies of cancer.
We all gotta go, it's all gotta go, and changed my mind again.
I'm not go out like I should.
For I'm so humbled, I have no shame, dignities, and an inability to simplify.
So throw things, I'll them, and hopefully in time you will to.
Let me breath for you, you're up and afraid to show it.
I'm a person, not a poet and it's wack to rhyme poet show it,
But see it's obvious I change and I'm not finished.
But I live in this space so 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 that special, we ride the 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 voices I follow and somehow end back in the place,
'Til stops.
And nobodys there, and I'm walking down the street mumbling over the sound of my footsteps echoing
Looking for a place to lay my
But home
Nobody's home, me sir, nobody's home.