Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

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

Brooklyn military killin' every in sight
Get hard W W W dot I fuck you up dot com
(Strap bombs)
Explode, me switch modes
Grab a clutch pop a gear, now I'm in flip

Niggaz on 99 octane fuel
You deserve a swift kick in your ass 'cuz 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, have

Please talk to Little Fame he's fixing to merk me
I through your hood like it's my hood
And won't have a second thought about if I could
(Home home)
It ain't sweet down here
pop for niggas to eat down here
(Brooklyn)

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

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

(Lord mercy)
Never bring B R double O K, size 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 approach me, we build
Nigga, home of the pick
Four polish, lift wallets
Notorious Chris Wallace
(Brooklyn)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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