Luyện nghe bài hát Home

Grow homeless.
Go on numbers, go on home.
There's nothing to see 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 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 this
I'm far away home and I have no home.
Why did I come to place?
Far from home and I have 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 coming back 'til I'm dead.
Pour keg.
Shake my leg broken.
That's my name run it through the mud I still
A beast, a of moss 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 beat the bush 'til my brain rots, and apples fall
And indulges 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 throw things, I'll 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 poet and it's wack to rhyme with 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 like my own air,
to no one's throne.

La la la song is not a message.
Arrogant make me.
people interest me.
Why can't anybody 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 moves so 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 off;
Looking for a place to lay my
But home
Nobody's home, excuse me sir, home.