Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

This is the story of a place that we call
Where the pack heat when it's time to roam
Everybody's on the scramble, a gamble
on the white horse, tryin' to get a handle
On the fast that we call the last race
Step precaution when you enter this place
We got a spot on every block that ya dreams come true
Just come wit' the synapses or ya doo

Don't come cryin' broke, still to cop the dope
What of no, do not you understand bro
We can't afford to take shorts or be sports
Empires need to be built, mack bought
Or caught for them deceased ass hustlers
And we still got the for ya living muthafuckas
What goes around back to the roots
See you at the revolution and Crooklyn,

We in Brooklyn, baby
We try to make it,
We make it, baby
We in Brooklyn, baby

Another day, another dollar
rushin' the crib to catch a collar, now I'm fed
What the face now, me and my taste crown
Stayin' face down, while K-9's sniffs
What they found was irrelevant, the weed
They was sent to and 'cuz a ruckus amongst us
Now I got more pigs rushin' we, me
hold of we in the custody

For blushin' in, rasta boy in peace
After through the bullshit, we in release
To hit the streets, the war still off for all of y'all
'Cuz kept rule locked behind the wall
No at all, no fake, no jacks
Perhaps when the gat spins, niggas won't even know happen
I'll be glad when my man come
'Cuz in the zone muthafuckas grab ya

We live in Brooklyn,
We try to it, baby
We gonna make it,
We live in Brooklyn,

The eye three time, as lead
Currency change, change from to mine
Greenbacks talk bullshit, on water
Pager off, call comin' from headquarters
I was if the secret code appears
It means some bwoy want dead, for warfare

Fuck the truth, we bringin' the noose for ya loose
So smart, or rest in parts if ya do start
I wit' the poor, so fuck being rich
Word is bond, a muthafuckin' war goin' on
strong, on ya own two, mista

Or confront the grim ripper
Black hoodie on, black dusty
red afro, puffin' on the black weed
(On three)
He lurks in the shadow, so when you in the battle
That'll be, and tell ya punk lib to

Salute to and every hood label truth
Doin' what you do to bring in the loot
Huh, the has come for armageddion
Give nurture to your seeds, and load up ya guns,

Now catchin' vibes somethin' ain't right
Gettin' hits, stomach fillin' up tight
Damn, these little nappy head cheap trait
Run around town the cronz trynna blast shit
Ain't nuthin' like the dark streets of Bedstuy
Creepin' population, up in C.I.

Take a ride through the bush side
See the and he caught for support, hit me off wit the lye
Now slide, the ville, death row, say hello
To the fam stick to K.I.M. that's planned
the east, somethin's goin' on
So burn the buds, and all my people in Medina strong

We live in Brooklyn,
We try to it, baby
We gonna make it,
We live in Brooklyn,

We live in Brooklyn,
We try to make it,
We gonna make it,
We live in Brooklyn,

We in Brooklyn, baby
We try to make it,
We make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn,
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