Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

[Kool G.
Brothers on the corner sellin
got up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
You got the hardrocks wavin glocks at the
only harass you when they wanna get a chunk
They got so many corners and got so many spots
And I can't bump up the block
without the, "Yo man, you got?"
I'm walkin past lookin strange
lookin for a hit for veins
or he'll blow out somebody's
Even the shorties livin naughty
around, even drive around, with big forty-fives
I just found out the candy a front
They in the candy store
Man G, candy's far from what want
You see a pickle or a popsicle
But if you to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels
Honey to look like a winner
Now she can't even get took to
so many dealers ran up in her
Somebody's is on the tar
Last night was a homicide a fight inside the bar
Loudmouth tryin to her ass, but somebody
broke a bottle and cut her butt up with the glass
Money got robbed for his
They broke in his house and took
except the kitchen
Little man murdered on the
He tried to off at the liquor store, he's only 17
Granny's near pushin 80
A couple of hoods her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady
Cover your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red
Yeah, this is my home sweet
Three card molly, man to fool
Whites stop at the red lights, to look at us like animals
I'm gettin by the cops
They only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black top
Up in apartment 3G, this sweetie named DiDi to see me
but yo I she's givin VD
Just you think the skies are gettin blue
bang -- another brother's split in two
Can't sleep, the streets are filled with danger
Miss, little daughter's a swinger, you can't change her
She left with a stranger, inside a drug party
Now off to the morgue, to go her body
boy is goin on the strip
Robbin niggaz cracks, a mac, without a clip
Somebody gave a tip, so the time he flipped
and shorty got ragged, bodybag is zipped
A baby is born and lovin
but instead, the mother smothered him and him in a oven
killin our kids, but they bill us
So what's more worse, the cops or the Cop Killers
another risk
I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like
No heat, just pots of hot
I'm walkin eight flights up, the out of order
Man that is the lowest
Because I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction
I felt like breakin all his bones,
I'm gettin out of my home sweet home
shuts*