Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Funeral Home

Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's you're shown
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 the Pap'll get arms folded
So now it's home sweet funeral home, 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
'cause fuckin' wit this click'll get arms folded

Who bet they best mine?
I the west and let the vest protect mine
Led crimes that head the headlines and spoke times
I ta catch shines
Rockin' when I see you time
but greater threat, I make mine
Soon as I let the infared
Everybody know hit the deck time
go against mine
I a whino bleed red wine
my own peoples slick talk, try ta test mine
Get outta line, so I give em
Even respect mine
Light but I rep mine
I don't lift weights, but I bench a tec 9
I'm known for big shit
The last time I the biscuit
I made dude sweat enough bullets ta load 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 since jakes want me in the cage captured
I roll wit more niggas slave masters

Time ta retaliate, these fellas actin' like they weight
I froze the gate, walkin' across the 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 when the juvy
I'm rappers bleed off this rapilism, my feet
I ain't playin' games, 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 grab attention
Like a ta somethin' metal, so y'all blinkin' and flickin'
I'm over for the 9 era, it's now or never
when I get in the door, bringin' drama 'cause my rhymes is betta

Home funeral home, nigga that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in chest and dome
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but hold it
'cause fuckin' wit G Rap'll get your folded
So now it's home sweet home, nigga that's where 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
'cause wit this click'll get your arms folded

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