Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

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

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

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

Another day, dollar dead
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 found was irrelevant, the weed 'cuz
They was sent to represent and a ruckus amongst us
Now I got pigs rushin' we, handcuffin' me
Takin' of we in the custody

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

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

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

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

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

Salute to each and every hood 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' that somethin' ain't right
Gettin' little hits, stomach fillin' up
Damn, these little nappy head cheap trait
Run town wit' the cronz trynna blast shit
nuthin' sweat 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, through the ville, row, say hello
To the fam that stick to K.I.M. planned
the east, somethin's goin' on
So burn the buds, and all my people in stay strong

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

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

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