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 hardrocks glocks at the punks
Police only harass you when they wanna get a
They got so many corners and got so many spots
And I can't bump up the block
the, "Yo man, what you got?"
I'm walkin past somebody lookin
He's for a hit for veins
or he'll out somebody's brains
the shorties livin naughty lives
Walkin around, drive around, with big forty-fives
I just found out the candy store's a
They walk in the candy
Man G, far from what they want
You might see a or a popsicle
But if you to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels
Honey used to look a winner
Now she can't even get took to
so many dealers ran up in her
Somebody's is on the tar
night was a homicide from a fight inside the bar
Loudmouth to show her ass, but somebody
broke a whiskey bottle and cut her up with the glass
Money got for his bank
They broke in his house and everything
the kitchen sink
Little man murdered on the
He to come off at the liquor store, he's only 17
Granny's damn pushin 80
A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the
your head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone
Yeah, this is my sweet home

card molly, another 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 man's top
Up in apartment 3G, sweetie named DiDi wants to see me
but yo I she's givin VD
Just you think the skies are gettin blue
Bang bang -- another split in two
Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled danger
Miss, your 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, with a mac, a clip
Somebody gave a tip, so the next he flipped
and shorty got ragged, another bodybag is
A is born and needs lovin
but instead, the smothered him and shoved him in a oven
Cops killin our kids, but they 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 eight flights up, the elevator's out of order
Man landlord is the lowest
Because I let my slam and saw a damn eviction notice
I felt breakin all his bones, pssssh
I'm gettin out of my home sweet home

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