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 you when they 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 past lookin strange
He's for a hit for veins
or blow out somebody's 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, candy's far from what want
You might see a pickle or a
But if you to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels
used to look like a winner
Now she can't even get to dinner
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
got robbed for his bank
They broke in his and took everything
the kitchen sink
Little man on the scene
He to come 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 head, cause it's a dead zone, in the red zone
Yeah, this is my sweet home

card molly, another man to fool
Whites will at the red lights, to look at us like animals
I'm frisked by the cops
only tryin to get props, for blowin off a black man's top
Up in 3G, this sweetie named DiDi wants to see me
but yo I heard she's VD
Just when you think the skies are blue
Bang bang -- another brother's in two
Can't sleep, the streets are filled with danger
Miss, your little daughter's a swinger, you 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, without a
Somebody gave a tip, so the time he flipped
and shorty got ragged, another is zipped
A baby is and needs lovin
but instead, the mother smothered him and shoved him in a
Cops killin our kids, but they 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 smell like piss
No heat, pots of hot water
I'm walkin eight flights up, the elevator's out of
Man that is the lowest
Because I let my door slam and saw a damn notice
I felt breakin all his bones, pssssh
I'm kicked out of my home sweet home

*door