Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Funeral Home

Home sweet 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 fuckin' wit the Pap'll get your folded
So now it's home sweet funeral home, nigga that's 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
fuckin' wit this click'll get your 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
when I see you next time
Neva but threat, I make mine
Soon as I let the shine
Everybody know it's hit the time
Don't go against
I make a whino red wine
Sometimes my own slick talk, try ta test mine
Get outta line, so I em deadlines
disrespectful respect mine
Light but I rep mine
I don't lift weights, but I press a tec 9
I'm known for holdin' big
The last time I showed the
I this dude sweat enough bullets ta load a clip wit
When 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 than slave masters

Time ta retaliate, these actin' like they holdin' weight
I the gate, walkin' across the seas like a Moses maid
Approachin' rappers, me and G Rap be the clappers
Shotter wit tecs, we break y'all down like y'all factors
Steady heat, that's the juvy proceed
I'm makin' rappers bleed off this rapilism, my
I ain't playin' games, y'all rappers betta code in my
The juvenille strait from Brooklyn, wit the of the same
So play position, stop it, I makes you grab their attention
Like a ta somethin' metal, so y'all blinkin' and flickin'
I'm takin' over for the 9 era, 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 your and dome
For tryin' ta hold the fort down, but couldn't it
'cause fuckin' wit G Rap'll get your folded
So now home sweet 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 down, but couldn't hold it
fuckin' wit this click'll get your arms folded

[Kool G
Euology by the minister, the sinister diminished ya
You minature, send baby, fifths is ta finish ya
Bust shots ta limit ya, plush glocks ta ya
What cops got the image of, made em perimeters
They ended up, in forth beef I walk the streets, neva be prisoner
My lawyer's a close friend of the
You was full of shit, you took a enema
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 won't 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 played in the dark he was harpo
Get ya hit than Carlo, Gambino
Rain on cities like El Nino, well in Reno
for the card he is in Bossolino
Scammin' the in casinos
Knock wigs off like wit kimo