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 blow loco I bring the to the street
'Cuz ya don't

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now rise to the occasion, duck 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
You'll talk wit em, when you talk to these crooked ass cobras
at
(Bum, bum)
at
(Gun noises)
Fire back every time with my

Doin' the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, comin'
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 home
Clack, clack, salute, I'm never alone
Brooklyn, send 'em back
Brooklyn, send 'em home where you at

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