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
Everybody's on the scramble, life's a
Hoppin' on the white horse, tryin' to get a
On the fast pace that we the last race
Step wit' precaution when you enter this
We got a spot on every block that ya dreams come true
come correct wit' the synapses or ya doo

Don't come broke, still tryin' to cop the dope
What parts of no, do not you bro
We can't afford to take or be playing sports
Empires need to be built, mack 10's
Or even for them deceased ass hustlers
And we still got the pound for ya living
What around comes back to the roots
See you at the revolution and Crooklyn,

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

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

For blushin' in, rasta boy restin' in
going through the bullshit, we in release
To hit the streets, where the war still off for all of
'Cuz kept rule locked behind the wall
No time at all, no fake, no
Perhaps when the gat spins, niggas even 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 lead
change, change from yours to mine
Greenbacks talk bullshit, floats on
goin' off, call comin' from headquarters
I was told if the secret code
It means some want dead, prepare for warfare

Fuck the truth, we the noose for ya loose talk
So think smart, or 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 confront the grim ripper
hoodie on, black dusty fatigues
Bloody red afro, puffin' on the weed
(On three)
He lurks in the shadow, so when you in the battle
That'll be, and tell ya punk lib to

Salute to each and every hood label
Doin' what you do to bring in the loot
Huh, the time has for armageddion
Give nurture to seeds, and load up ya guns, dunn

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

Take a ride through the Flat bush
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. that's
the east, somethin's goin' on
So burn the buds, and all my people in Medina stay

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 make it, baby
We live in Brooklyn,

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