Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

Yo, skillet, get back 'fore I push your shit back
Yo, we're here to put it with the Lord
(I'm wit dat)
him, blaze him wit a 4
Cash blow loco I the heat to the street
ya don't know

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

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

Please talk to Little Fame 'cuz fixing to merk me
I roll through your like it's my hood
And won't have a second thought about if I could
(Home home)
It ain't nothing down here
Guns pop for to eat down here
(Brooklyn)

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

Home home
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm alone
Brooklyn, send 'em back
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, through it, see shines, go to it
name, tweak game, rob you stupid
(Stupid)

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

We dollar cab hop bad block to bad block
Coppers crash spots with pad locks get up
Handcuffed, chasing in tha wastelands
(Nigga)
These boys in tha hood, we your hood
Downtown swinging, loud bring in your hood
C'mon)

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

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

Now everybody rise to the occasion, duck I'm aiming
(First family!)
Yeah, it's so amazing, the hell I be
Is from the hell I was in
It ain't nigga fadin shit, I come equipped
I put my life on the line for mine every

Bitch, and march with these Brooklyn soldiers
You'll talk wit em, bark when you talk to these 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 better bring a mother fuckin'

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

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