Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

[Kool G.
Brothers on the corner sellin
got held up by the got the shotties in the trunk
You got the hardrocks glocks at the punks
Police only harass you when wanna get a chunk
They got so many corners and they got so many
And I can't bump up the block
without the, "Yo man, you got?"
I'm walkin somebody lookin strange
He's lookin for a hit for
or he'll blow out brains
Even the shorties livin lives
Walkin around, even drive around, with big
I found out the candy store's a front
They walk in the store
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 get took to dinner
cause so dealers ran up in her
blood is on the tar
Last night was a homicide a fight inside the bar
Loudmouth tryin to show her ass, but
broke a whiskey bottle and cut her butt up the glass
Money got 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, only 17
Granny's damn near 80
A couple of hoods grabbed her pocketbook, and stabbed up the
Cover your head, cause it's a zone, in the red zone
Yeah, this is my home sweet

Three card molly, man to fool
Whites will stop at the red lights, to look at us like
I'm frisked by the cops
They only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black top
Up in apartment 3G, sweetie named DiDi wants to see me
but yo I heard she's VD
Just when you think the skies are gettin
bang -- another brother's split in two
Can't sleep, cause the streets are filled 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 indentify her
boy is goin on the strip
Robbin niggaz cracks, a mac, without a clip
Somebody gave a tip, so the next time he
and got ragged, another bodybag is zipped
A is born and needs lovin
but instead, the smothered him and shoved him in a oven
Cops our kids, but they bill us
So more worse, the killer cops or the Cop Killers
Everyday's risk
I'm even mad to go to my pad, the hallways smell like piss
No heat, just pots of hot
I'm walkin eight flights up, the out of order
Man landlord is the lowest
Because I let my door slam and saw a damn notice
I felt like all his bones, pssssh
I'm gettin kicked out of my home sweet

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