Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

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

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

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

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

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

Most hate it, most doubt it, that's they shout it
I'm on top now, there's nothing they can do it
They better ya outdone
'Cause where I'm from, there ain't no way it
Home home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part of my reaction to they ass raps
Keep flirting death and get your horny ass clapped
Back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat out them
heads, turn Timbalands to red bottoms

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

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

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