Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

Yo, home skillet, get back 'fore I push your back
Yo, we're here to put it down 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 pop a gear, now I'm in flip mode

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

Please talk to Fame 'cuz he's 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 nothing sweet down here
Guns pop for niggas to eat here
(Brooklyn)

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

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

(Lord mercy)
bring B R double O K, bring size into it
Sneak 9's into it, thieves into it
crime, blow through it, see shines, go to it
Street name, tweak game, rob you
(Stupid)

Big trucks, dick ones ride
You know me, and never will
It's cold streets, approach me, we never build
Nigga, home of the pick
Four fifth polish, wallets
Notorious Chris Wallace
(Brooklyn)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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