Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Funeral Home

Home funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't it
'cause wit the Pap'll get your arms folded
So now it's home sweet funeral home, nigga that's you're shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in chest and dome
For tryin' ta hold the down, but couldn't hold it
fuckin' wit this click'll get your arms folded

Who bet they best mine?
I press the west and let the vest protect
Led crimes that head the and spoke cake times
I used ta shines
Rockin' I see you next time
but greater threat, I make mine
Soon as I let the infared
Everybody know hit the deck time
Don't go against
I make a whino bleed red
Sometimes my own slick talk, try ta test mine
Get line, so I give em deadlines
Even respect mine
Light but I rep mine
I don't lift weights, but I press a tec 9
I'm known for big shit
The last time I the biscuit
I made this dude sweat bullets ta load a clip wit
When cops drop warrants and try ta get me up
All they on they walkie-talkies is "I need back up!"
the braid blaster since jakes want me in the cage captured
I roll wit more niggas than slave

Time ta retaliate, these fellas actin' they holdin' weight
I froze the gate, across the seas like a Moses maid
Approachin' rappers, me and G Rap be the clappers
Shotter wit tecs, we y'all down like y'all common factors
Steady heat, that's the juvy proceed
I'm makin' rappers bleed off rapilism, my feet
I playin' games, y'all rappers betta code in my name
The juvenille from Brooklyn, wit the slugs of the same
So play you're position, stop it, I makes you their attention
Like a magnet ta somethin' metal, so y'all blinkin' and
I'm takin' over for the 9 era, it's now or
when I get in the door, bringin' drama 'cause my rhymes is betta

Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's where you're
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and
For tryin' ta the fort down, but couldn't hold it
'cause fuckin' wit G Rap'll get your arms
So now it's home sweet home, nigga that's where you're shown
in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For ta hold the fort down, but couldn't hold it
'cause wit this click'll get your arms folded

G Rap]
Euology preached by the minister, the sinister ya
You minature, send baby, fifths is ta finish ya
shots ta limit ya, plush glocks ta hemmorrige ya
What cops got the of, made em block perimeters
They ended up, back in forth beef I the streets, neva be prisoner
My lawyer's a friend of the senator
You was full of shit, you shoulda a enema
It mighta not ten of us, murder is turnin' your street into a cinema
Swingin' like pendulums, shit out the nine double, I'm him and em
Max wit hundred and I'm the minimum
Sendin' em, but sick of all this, I take a step
And spit the torris in yo moms and chick trist ta hit the floor is
Makin' em clip the forest, it's G scar
yo body weight ta cargo
While I stretch ya, ya bet lay fall go
Harps in the dark like he was harpo
Get ya hit quicker Carlo, Gambino
Rain on cities El Nino, live well in Reno
Scoffed for the he is in Bossolino
Scammin' the in casinos
Knock wigs off therapy wit kimo