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 horse, tryin' to get a handle
On the fast pace that we the last race
Step precaution 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 cryin' broke, still tryin' to cop the
What of no, do not you understand bro
We can't afford to take shorts or be sports
Empires need to be built, mack 10's
Or even caught for them deceased ass
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 it, baby
We in Brooklyn, baby

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

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

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

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

Fuck the truth, we bringin' the for ya loose talk
So smart, or rest 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 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 bring in the
Huh, the has come for armageddion
nurture to your seeds, and load up ya guns, dunn

Now catchin' vibes that somethin' right
little hits, stomach fillin' up tight
Damn, these little nappy 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 that stick to K.I.M. planned
Toward the east, goin' on
So burn the buds, and all my people in Medina strong

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

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

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