Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

This is the story of a that we call home
Where the kids pack when it's time to roam
Everybody's on the scramble, a gamble
Hoppin' on the horse, tryin' to get a handle
On the pace that we call the last race
Step wit' precaution when you enter this
We got a spot on every block that makes ya dreams true
come correct wit' the synapses or ya doo

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

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

Another day, dollar dead
Pigs rushin' the 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
What found was irrelevant, the weed 'cuz
They was sent to represent and 'cuz a amongst us
Now I got more rushin' we, handcuffin' me
Takin' hold of we in the

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

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

The eye time, as lead transpire
change, change from yours to mine
Greenbacks talk bullshit, on water
Pager goin' off, comin' from 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 if ya do start
I fucks wit' the poor, so fuck rich
is bond, there's a muthafuckin' war goin' on
Stand strong, on ya own two,

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

Salute to each and hood label truth
Doin' what you 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 that somethin' ain't
Gettin' little hits, fillin' up tight
Damn, these little nappy head trait bastards
Run around wit' the cronz trynna blast shit
Ain't nuthin' sweat like the dark streets of
Creepin' population, up in C.I.

a ride through 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 stick to K.I.M. that's planned
the east, somethin's goin' on
So the buds, and all my people in Medina stay strong

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

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

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