Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

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

Don't come broke, still tryin' to cop the dope
parts of no, do not you understand bro
We can't afford to take shorts or be playing
need to be built, mack 10's bought
Or even for them deceased ass hustlers
And we still got the pound for ya 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 gonna make it,
We in Brooklyn, baby

Another day, another dead
Pigs the crib to catch a collar, now I'm fed
the face now, me and my people's taste crown
Stayin' face down, while K-9's around
What they found was irrelevant, the 'cuz
They was sent to represent and 'cuz a amongst us
Now I got pigs rushin' we, handcuffin' me
Takin' of we in the custody

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

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

The eye time, as lead transpire
Currency change, from yours to mine
Greenbacks talk bullshit, on water
Pager goin' off, call comin' headquarters
I was if the secret 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 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 fatigues
Bloody red afro, puffin' on the weed
(On three)
He in the shadow, so when you sleep in the battle
That'll be, and ya punk lib to tattle

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

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

Take a ride through the Flat side
See the and he caught for support, hit me off wit the lye
Now slide, through the ville, death row, say
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 it, baby
We in Brooklyn, baby

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

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