Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

This is the story of a place that we home
Where the kids pack heat it's time to roam
Everybody's on the scramble, a gamble
Hoppin' on the white horse, tryin' to get a
On the fast pace that we call the race
Step wit' precaution when you enter place
We got a on every block that makes ya dreams come true
Just 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 to take shorts or be playing sports
Empires need to be built, mack bought
Or caught for them deceased ass hustlers
And we still got the for ya living muthafuckas
What around comes back to the roots
See you at the and Crooklyn, true

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

Another day, another dollar
rushin' the crib to catch a collar, now I'm fed
What the face now, me and my people's taste
face 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
hold of we in the custody

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

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

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

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

Or come confront the grim
hoodie on, black dusty fatigues
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 each and every label truth
Doin' what you gotta do to bring in the
Huh, the time has come for
Give nurture to seeds, and load up ya guns, dunn

Now catchin' vibes that somethin' right
Gettin' little hits, 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
Creepin' population, 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, death row, say
To the fam that stick to K.I.M. planned
Toward the east, 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 live in Brooklyn,

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