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
on the scramble, life's a gamble
Hoppin' on the white horse, to get a handle
On the fast that we call the last race
Step wit' precaution when you enter place
We got a spot on every block that ya dreams come true
come correct wit' 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 take shorts or be playing
Empires need to be built, 10's bought
Or even caught for deceased ass hustlers
And we still got the pound for ya living
What goes comes back to the roots
See you at the and Crooklyn, true

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now catchin' vibes that somethin' right
Gettin' little hits, stomach up tight
Damn, little nappy head cheap trait bastards
Run around town wit' the trynna blast shit
Ain't nuthin' sweat the dark streets of Bedstuy
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, the ville, death row, say hello
To the fam that stick to K.I.M. that's
Toward the east, goin' on
So burn the buds, and all my people in Medina stay

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