Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

[Kool G.
Brothers on the sellin junk
got held up by the hotties got the in the trunk
You got the wavin glocks at the punks
Police only you when they wanna get a chunk
got so many corners and they got so many spots
And I can't even up the block
the, "Yo man, what you got?"
I'm walkin somebody lookin strange
He's lookin for a hit for
or he'll blow out brains
Even the livin naughty lives
Walkin around, even around, with big forty-fives
I found out the candy store's a front
They walk in the store
Man G, candy's far what they want
You see a pickle or a popsicle
But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and
Honey to look like a winner
Now she can't even get to dinner
cause so many ran up in her
blood is on the tar
Last night was a homicide from a inside the bar
Loudmouth to show her ass, but somebody
broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up the glass
got robbed for his bank
They broke in his house and everything
except the sink
Little man murdered on the
He tried to come off at the liquor store, he's 17
Granny's damn pushin 80
A couple of hoods her pocketbook, and stabbed up the lady
Cover your head, cause a dead zone, in the red zone
Yeah, this is my home home
Three card molly, man to fool
Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like
I'm gettin by the cops
They tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's top
Up in apartment 3G, sweetie named DiDi wants to see me
but yo I heard givin VD
Just when you think the skies are gettin
Bang bang -- another brother's in two
Can't sleep, cause the streets are with danger
Miss, your little a swinger, you can't change her
She with a stranger, inside a drug dealer's party
Now off to the morgue, to go her body
Sonny boy is goin on the
Robbin niggaz cracks, with a mac, a clip
gave a tip, so the next time he flipped
and shorty got ragged, another bodybag is
A baby is born and needs
but instead, the mother smothered him and him in a oven
killin our kids, but they bill us
So what's more worse, the killer cops or the Cop
Everyday's risk
I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways always smell like
No heat, just pots of hot
I'm eight flights up, the elevator's out of order
Man landlord is the lowest
I let my door slam and saw a damn eviction notice
I felt like all his bones, pssssh
I'm gettin kicked out of my sweet home
shuts*