Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

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

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

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

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

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

Most hate it, most doubt it, what they shout it
I'm on top now, nothing they can do about it
They have ya outdone
'Cause I'm from, there ain't no way around it
sweet home

You can rap 'til you blue in the face
You'll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you
Throughout history they shots at the greats
But I shoot back, the Lord ain't me for hate

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

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

You only dream the ho's that I dabble with
Balcony views, like a postcard, this
stones, black steel, cold chrome
This city's my doormat, bitch I'm home sweet

Only money in the game, fuck the fame
I eat dollar 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, what they shout it
I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do it
They better have ya
'Cause I'm from, there ain't no way around it
Home home

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

for the living, Henny paid me for the body
Crosses for the power, bitches for the swiley
Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, what's
got me on the rampage, Jackson

Part of my to they corny ass raps
Keep flirting with death and get your ass clapped
Back for more me, rat tat, the ring, beat respect out them
Bloody heads, Timbalands to red bottoms

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

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

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