Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or come confront the grim
Black hoodie on, 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 lib to tattle

Salute to and every hood label truth
what you gotta do to bring in the loot
Huh, the time has for armageddion
Give to your seeds, and load up ya guns, dunn

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

Take a through the Flat bush side
See the dread and he 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
Toward the east, somethin's on
So burn the buds, and all my in Medina stay strong

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

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

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