Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

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

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

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

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

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

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

(Lord mercy)
Never B R double O K, bring size into 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, dick ones exclusive
You don't know me, and will
It's cold streets, don't approach me, we never
Nigga, of the pick pockets
Four polish, lift wallets
Notorious like Wallace
(Brooklyn)

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

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

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

Now everybody rise to the occasion, duck I'm aiming
(First family!)
Yeah, so amazing, the hell 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 every time

Bitch, come and march with Brooklyn soldiers
You'll talk wit em, bark 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, see the hilltops styling me
I studied criminology
(Yes)
If you know a nigga as as me
You better bring a mother calvary

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

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