Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

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

come cryin' broke, still tryin' to cop the dope
What parts of no, do not you bro
We afford to take shorts or be playing sports
Empires to be built, mack 10's bought
Or caught for them deceased ass hustlers
And we got the pound for ya living 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 it, baby
We in Brooklyn, baby

Another day, another dead
Pigs the crib to catch a collar, now I'm fed
What the face now, me and my taste crown
Stayin' down, while K-9's sniffs around
What they found was irrelevant, the weed
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 in peace
After through the bullshit, we in release
To hit the streets, where the war off for all of y'all
'Cuz they kept rule locked behind the
No at all, no fake, no jacks
Perhaps when the gat spins, niggas won't know what happen
I'll be glad when my man come
'Cuz in the muthafuckas grab ya chrome

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

The eye three time, as transpire
Currency change, change yours to mine
Greenbacks bullshit, floats on water
Pager goin' off, call comin' from
I was told if the secret appears
It means some want dead, prepare 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 being rich
Word is bond, there's a war goin' on
Stand strong, on ya own two,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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