Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

Yo, home skillet, get back I push your shit back
Yo, we're to put it down with the Lord
(I'm wit dat)
him, blaze him wit a 4
Cash loco I bring 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 switch
Grab a clutch pop a gear, now I'm in flip

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

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

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

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

(Lord mercy)
Never bring B R double O K, size 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, ones ride exclusive
You know me, and never will
It's cold streets, approach me, we never build
Nigga, of the pick pockets
Four fifth polish, lift
Notorious like Wallace
(Brooklyn)

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

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

Home sweet
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never
Brooklyn, send 'em home
Brooklyn, send 'em back 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 shit, I come equipped
I put my on the line for mine every time

Bitch, come and march with these 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 Danze, still comin'
Gunning, you'll see the styling me
I Brownsville criminology
(Yes)
If you know a as well as me
You better a mother fuckin' calvary

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

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