Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

Yeah, 20 an hour in my long Bentley
Shame on you hater, this what the Lord me
Shit, lately I've been my gas face
'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 regular is piff, currency and cashmere
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 like it's my 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 ain't iced out, they just fooling
Running round town fakers, cubic, niggas

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

Most hate it, most doubt it, that's 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
Home sweet

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

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

Try to kill you then, them near misses was kisses
True Hollywood story, ghetto Bridges
Different strokes that nigga broke, this nigga
You only about the cars that I paddle shift

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

money matters in the game, fuck the fame
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my pain
like heroin, leave you numb the same
Play me like I'm something sweet, be a 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
where I'm from, there ain't no way around it
Home home

Niggas, see me where you see me, shit I'm seen
Off the Queens magazines, hallway scenes
Paying crowds, 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, ghetto for the swiley
Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, happening
got me on the rampage, Jackson

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

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

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

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