Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

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

Brooklyn military killin' every motherfucker in
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 deserve a kick in your ass 'cuz you's a mule
We keep on from the firing squad
First you thought you was hard now you calling a
Like I'm, oh my Lord, mercy

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

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

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

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

Big trucks, ones ride exclusive
You don't me, and never will
It's cold streets, don't me, we never build
Nigga, home of the pockets
Four polish, lift wallets
like Chris Wallace
(Brooklyn)

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

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

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

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

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

Doin' the unthinkable, the Danze, still comin'
Gunning, see the hilltops styling me
I Brownsville criminology
(Yes)
If you know a as well as me
You better bring a mother calvary

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

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