Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Funeral Home

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

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

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

Home sweet funeral home, nigga 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 G Rap'll get your arms folded
So now home sweet 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 down, but couldn't hold it
'cause fuckin' wit this click'll get arms folded

G Rap]
Euology by the minister, the sinister diminished ya
You minature, send crazy baby, fifths is ta ya
Bust shots ta ya, plush glocks ta hemmorrige ya
What cops got the image of, made em perimeters
They up, back in forth beef I walk the streets, neva be prisoner
My lawyer's a close of the senator
You was full of shit, you took a enema
It mighta not ten of us, murder is turnin' your 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 sick of all this, I take a back
And spit the torris in yo moms and won't trist ta hit the floor is
Makin' em clip the forest, G scar fold
Turnin' yo weight ta cargo
I stretch ya, ya bet ya'll lay fall go
Harps played in the dark like he was
Get ya hit than Carlo, Gambino
Rain on cities like El Nino, live in Reno
Scoffed for the card he is in
Scammin' the profits in
Knock off like therapy wit kimo