Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

Yo, home skillet, get back 'fore I push your shit
Yo, we're here to put it down with the
(I'm wit dat)
him, blaze him wit a 4
Cash blow I bring the heat to the street
'Cuz ya know

Brooklyn military killin' every in sight
Get W W W dot I will fuck you up dot com
(Strap bombs)
Explode, watch me switch
Grab a clutch pop a gear, now I'm in mode

Niggaz gash on 99 fuel
You deserve a swift in your ass 'cuz you's a mule
We on duckin' from the firing squad
First you thought you was now you calling a guard
I'm, oh my Lord, have mercy

Please talk to Little Fame he's fixing to merk me
I roll your hood like it's my hood
And won't have a second thought if I could nigga
(Home home)
It ain't sweet down here
Guns pop for niggas to eat here
(Brooklyn)

Home sweet
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm alone
Brooklyn, send 'em back
Brooklyn, send 'em home where you at

Home sweet
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never
Brooklyn, 'em back home
Brooklyn, send 'em back where you at

(Lord mercy)
Never bring B R double O K, bring into it
Sneak 9's it, thieves rise into it
Seek crime, blow it, see shines, go to it
name, tweak game, rob you stupid
(Stupid)

Big trucks, dick ones ride
You don't know me, and will
It's cold streets, approach me, we never build
Nigga, of the pick pockets
fifth polish, lift wallets
Notorious Chris Wallace
(Brooklyn)

We cab hop from bad block to bad block
Coppers crash spots pad locks get backed up
Handcuffed, chasing grands in tha
(Nigga)
boys in tha hood, we poison your hood
Downtown swinging, loud bring noise in hood
C'mon)

sweet home
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm alone
Brooklyn, 'em back home
Brooklyn, send 'em back home you at

Home sweet
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm alone
Brooklyn, send 'em back
Brooklyn, 'em back home where you at

Now everybody rise to the occasion, when I'm aiming
(First family!)
Yeah, so amazing, the hell I be raising
Is from the I was raised in
It ain't nann nigga fadin shit, I come
I put my on the line for mine every time

Bitch, come and march these Brooklyn soldiers
You'll talk wit em, when you talk to these crooked ass cobras
at
(Bum, bum)
at
(Gun noises)
Fire back every time my cousin

Doin' the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, still
Gunning, you'll see the hilltops me
I studied criminology
(Yes)
If you know a as well as me
You bring a mother fuckin' calvary

Home sweet
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm alone
Brooklyn, 'em back home
Brooklyn, send 'em home where you at

sweet home
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm alone
Brooklyn, send 'em back
Brooklyn, 'em back home where you at