Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

Yeah, 20 miles an hour in my Bentley
on you hater, this what the Lord sent me
Shit, lately I've been practicing my gas
'Cause that's what give 'em when they land in last place

Hand right by the hammer, they ain't too seeing us
So wanna take my gifts 'til I wrap 'em with the fifth
My regular is piff, currency and cashmere
You don't drove your bitch your way, I told her she can here

Yeah, I'm counting people the cashier
Living I'm limited, grieving like it's my last year
My boy in and out the box, super stupid
Told me if he can do it again, do it over

king cobra, squeeze ya life out
'Cause it's the fatalities and I should write 'bout
These rappers ain't iced out, they just
Running round town fakers, cubic, niggas

money matters in the game, fuck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my pain
Music like heroin, you numb the same
Play me like I'm something sweet, be a of summer slayin'

Most hate it, most doubt it, that's what they it
I'm on top now, there's nothing can do about it
better have ya outdone
'Cause where I'm from, there no way around it
Home home

You can rap 'til you blue in the face
probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste
Throughout history they thrown at the greats
But I shoot back, the Lord designed me for hate

I've never understood Martin Luther with his
With the whole world watching me, turn the cheek
Never, so there's one left to die in the
'Cause his arms happen to connect with his reach

Try to kill you then, near misses was God's kisses
Hollywood story, ghetto Todd Bridges
Different strokes that nigga broke, this nigga
You only read the cars that I paddle shift

You dream about the ho's that I dabble with
Balcony views, a postcard, imagine this
White stones, steel, cold chrome
This city's my doormat, bitch I'm home home

Only money matters in the game, the fame
I gotta eat signs, feed my hunger pain
Music like heroin, leave you numb the
me like I'm something sweet, be a part of summer slayin'

Most hate it, most doubt it, that's what they it
I'm on top now, nothing they can do about it
They better have ya
where I'm from, there ain't no way around it
Home sweet

Niggas, see me where you see me, shit I'm always
Off the Queens magazines, pussy hallway
crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams
Fuck being humble in the where they fumble dreams

Drugs for the living, paid me for the body
Crosses for the power, bitches for the swiley
Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, happening
got me on the rampage, Jackson

Part of my reaction to they corny ass
Keep with death and get your horny ass clapped
Back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out
Bloody heads, turn Timbalands to red

50 bottles just a start now how you do it
Carbon through the Spyder playin' rider music
Ain't no question of my resume, I prove it
Life's a bitch and I get blow jobs connin' to it

Only money matters in the game, the fame
I gotta eat signs, feed my hunger pain
Music like heroin, you numb the same
Play me I'm something sweet, be a part of summer slayin'

Most hate it, most doubt it, that's what they it
I'm on top now, there's they can do about it
They have ya outdone
'Cause I'm from, there ain't no way around it
Home home