Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Funeral Home

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

Who bet they against mine?
I press the and let the vest protect mine
Led crimes that the headlines and spoke cake times
I used ta shines
Rockin' when I see you next
Neva but greater threat, I make
Soon as I let the infared
know it's hit the deck time
Don't go mine
I make a bleed red wine
Sometimes my own peoples slick talk, try ta test
Get line, so I give em deadlines
Even disrespectful respect
weighted but I rep mine
I don't lift weights, but I press a tec 9
I'm for holdin' big shit
The time I showed the biscuit
I made this dude sweat enough bullets ta a clip wit
cops drop warrants and try ta get me bagged up
All they hear on they walkie-talkies is "I need up!"
Papoose the braid blaster since jakes want me in the captured
I roll wit more than slave masters

Time ta retaliate, these actin' like they holdin' weight
I froze the gate, walkin' across the seas a Moses maid
Approachin' rappers, me and G Rap be the clappers
Shotter wit tecs, we break down like y'all common factors
Steady heat, that's when the proceed
I'm rappers bleed off this 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 position, stop it, I makes you grab their attention
a magnet ta somethin' metal, so y'all blinkin' and flickin'
I'm takin' over for the 9 era, it's now or
'cause when I get in the door, bringin' drama my rhymes is betta

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

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