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 I've been practicing my gas
'Cause that's what I'ma give 'em when they in last place

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

Yeah, I'm people like the cashier
Living like I'm limited, grieving like it's my year
My boy in and out the box, stupid 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
These rappers ain't iced out, they just
Running round fakers, zirconian cubic, niggas

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

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

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

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

Try to kill you then, near misses was God's kisses
True story, ghetto Todd Bridges
Different strokes that broke, this nigga reach
You only read about the cars 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 city's my doormat, bitch I'm home home

Only money matters in the game, the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my pain
Music like heroin, you numb the same
Play me like I'm 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 nothing they can do 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 seen
Off the Queens magazines, pussy scenes
crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams
Fuck being humble in the where they fumble dreams

Drugs for the living, paid me for the body
for the power, ghetto bitches for the swiley
Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, what's
Competition got me on the rampage,

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

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 while connin' to it

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

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