Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Funeral Home

Home sweet home, nigga that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your and dome
For tryin' ta the fort down, but couldn't hold it
fuckin' wit the Pap'll get your arms folded
So now it's home sweet funeral home, that's where you're shown
Call in the box, 6 blown in your chest and dome
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't 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 head the and spoke cake times
I ta catch shines
when I see you next time
Neva but greater threat, I make
Soon as I let the shine
Everybody know it's hit the time
Don't go against
I a whino bleed red wine
Sometimes my own peoples slick talk, try ta test
Get outta line, so I give em
Even disrespectful respect
weighted but I rep mine
I lift weights, but I bench press a tec 9
I'm known for holdin' big
The time I showed the biscuit
I made this sweat enough bullets ta load a clip wit
When cops warrants and try ta get me bagged up
All hear on they walkie-talkies is "I need back up!"
Papoose the braid since jakes want me in the cage captured
I roll wit more than slave masters

Time ta retaliate, these fellas actin' they holdin' weight
I froze the gate, walkin' the seas like a Moses maid
Approachin' rappers, me and G Rap be the rapper
Shotter wit tecs, we break y'all like y'all common factors
Steady heat, that's when the proceed
I'm makin' rappers bleed off this rapilism, my
I ain't playin' games, y'all rappers betta in my name
The juvenille from Brooklyn, wit the slugs of the same
So play you're position, stop it, I makes you grab their
Like a magnet ta metal, so y'all blinkin' and flickin'
I'm takin' for the 9 era, it's now or never
'cause when I get in the door, bringin' drama my rhymes is betta

Home sweet funeral home, nigga that's 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 fuckin' wit G Rap'll get arms folded
So now it's home sweet home, nigga that's where you're shown
Call in the cider box, 6 blown in your chest and
For tryin' ta 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 sinister ya
You minature, crazy baby, fifths is ta finish ya
shots ta limit ya, plush glocks ta hemmorrige ya
What cops got the image of, made em block
They ended up, back in beef I walk the streets, neva be prisoner
My lawyer's a close friend of the
You was full of shit, you shoulda took a
It mighta not been ten of us, murder is turnin' street into a cinema
Swingin' gats like pendulums, shit out the double, I'm him and em
Max wit gats and I'm the minimum
Sendin' em, but of all this, I take a step back
And spit the torris in yo moms and chick won't trist ta hit the is
Makin' em clip the forest, G scar fold
Turnin' yo weight ta cargo
While I ya, ya bet ya'll lay fall go
Harps played in the like he was harpo
Get ya hit quicker than Carlo,
Rain on cities like El Nino, live well in
for the card he is in Bossolino
Scammin' the in casinos
Knock wigs off therapy wit kimo