Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

[Kool G.
Brothers on the sellin junk
got up by the hotties got the shotties in the trunk
You got the wavin glocks at the punks
Police harass you when they wanna get a chunk
They got so many corners and got so many spots
And I even bump up the block
the, "Yo man, what you got?"
I'm walkin past somebody lookin
He's lookin for a hit for
or he'll blow out brains
Even the shorties livin lives
Walkin around, drive around, with big forty-fives
I found out the candy store's a front
walk in the candy 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 used to look like a
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 from a inside the bar
Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but
broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up the glass
Money got robbed for his
broke in his house and took everything
except the sink
Little man murdered on the
He tried to off at the liquor store, he's only 17
Granny's near pushin 80
A of hoods grabbed 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 will stop at the red lights, to at us like animals
I'm gettin by the cops
They only to get props, for blowin off a black man's top
Up in apartment 3G, this sweetie named wants to see me
but yo I heard givin VD
Just you think the skies are gettin blue
Bang bang -- 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 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
Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he
and shorty got ragged, another bodybag is
A baby is born and needs
but instead, the mother him and shoved him in a oven
killin our kids, but they bill us
So what's worse, the killer cops or the Cop Killers
Everyday's another
I'm even mad to go to my pad, the always smell like piss
No heat, pots of hot water
I'm walkin eight up, the elevator's out of order
Man that landlord is the
Because I let my door slam and saw a eviction notice
I felt breakin all his bones, pssssh
I'm gettin out of my home sweet home
shuts*