Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

This is the story of a place we call home
Where the kids heat when it's time 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' 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 cryin' broke, still tryin' to cop the dope
What of no, do not you understand bro
We can't to take shorts or be playing sports
Empires need to be built, mack bought
Or caught for them deceased ass hustlers
And we got the pound for ya living muthafuckas
What goes around back to the roots
See you at the and Crooklyn, true

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

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

For in, rasta boy restin' in peace
going through the bullshit, we in release
To hit the streets, where the war off for all of y'all
'Cuz they kept rule locked the wall
No at all, no fake, no jacks
Perhaps when the gat spins, niggas even know what happen
I'll be glad my man come home
'Cuz in the zone grab ya chrome

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

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

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

Or come the grim ripper
Black hoodie on, black dusty
red afro, puffin' on the black 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 and every hood label truth
Doin' you gotta do to bring in the loot
Huh, the time has for armageddion
Give nurture to your seeds, and load up ya guns,

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

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

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

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

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