Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

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

Hand right by the hammer, they too many seeing us
So they wanna take my gifts 'til I wrap 'em with the
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 like the
Living like I'm limited, grieving like it's my year
My boy in and out the box, super stupid
me if he can do it again, he'd do it over

Poverty's cobra, squeeze ya life out
'Cause it's the and casualties I should write 'bout
These rappers iced out, they just fooling
Running round town fakers, zirconian cubic,

Only money matters in the game, fuck the
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 it, most doubt it, that's what they shout it
I'm on top now, nothing they can do about it
better have ya outdone
'Cause where I'm from, ain't no way around it
Home home

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

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 long arms happen to connect with his

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

You only dream about the ho's I dabble with
Balcony views, like a postcard, imagine
White stones, black steel, cold
This city's my doormat, I'm home sweet home

Only money matters in the game, fuck the
I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my pain
Music heroin, leave you numb the same
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, there's nothing they can do it
They better ya outdone
'Cause where I'm from, there no way around it
Home home

Niggas, see me where you see me, shit I'm always
Off the magazines, pussy hallway scenes
Paying crowds, screams, pressure crumbles teams
Fuck being humble in the jungle where 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, happening
got me on the rampage, Jackson

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

50 bottles a start now that's how you do it
Carbon through the Spyder playin' rider music
Ain't no question of my resume, I gotta it
Life's a and I get blow 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 of summer slayin'

Most hate it, doubt it, that's what they shout 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