Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

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

Don't come cryin' broke, tryin' to cop the dope
parts of no, do not you understand bro
We can't afford to take shorts or be sports
Empires need to be built, mack 10's
Or even caught for deceased ass hustlers
And we still got the pound for ya muthafuckas
goes around comes back to the roots
See you at the and Crooklyn, true

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

Another day, another dead
Pigs rushin' the crib to 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 represent and a ruckus amongst us
Now I got more rushin' we, handcuffin' me
hold of we in the custody

For blushin' in, boy restin' in peace
going through the bullshit, we in release
To hit the streets, where the war still off for all of
they kept rule locked behind the wall
No time at all, no fake, no
Perhaps when the gat spins, niggas won't know what happen
be glad when my man come home
'Cuz in the zone muthafuckas ya chrome

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

The eye three time, as transpire
change, change from yours to mine
Greenbacks talk bullshit, on water
Pager goin' off, call from headquarters
I was told if the code appears
It means some want dead, prepare for warfare

the truth, we bringin' the noose for ya loose talk
So think smart, or in parts if ya do start
I fucks the poor, so fuck being rich
Word is bond, there's a muthafuckin' war on
Stand strong, on ya own two,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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