Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

Yo, home skillet, get back 'fore I your shit back
Yo, we're here to put it 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 killin' every motherfucker in sight
Get hard W W W dot I will you up dot com
(Strap bombs)
Explode, watch me switch
Grab a pop a gear, now I'm in flip mode

Niggaz gash on 99 octane
You deserve a swift in your ass 'cuz you's a mule
We keep on duckin' 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 fixing to merk me
I roll your hood like it's my hood
And have a second thought about if I could nigga
(Home home)
It ain't sweet down here
Guns pop for niggas to eat here
(Brooklyn)

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

Home sweet
Clack, clack, salute, I'm never alone
Brooklyn, send 'em 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
Street name, tweak game, rob you
(Stupid)

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

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

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

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

Now rise to the occasion, duck when I'm aiming
(First family!)
Yeah, so amazing, the hell I be raising
Is from the hell I was in
It nann nigga fadin 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, 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, still
Gunning, you'll see the styling me
I studied Brownsville
(Yes)
If you a nigga as well as me
You better bring a mother fuckin'

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

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