Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Coming Home

I my life in the gutter
And this is who I am
Take me back to my gutter
And where I won't ever leave, again

Hey! I'm comin' home, to the criminals and crooks
to the Gangbangers shootin' dirty looks
Home to the killer cops down my ass
Home to my 72 Vallary prayin' it will
all the rich bitches try'na play me out
Doggin' on my neighborhood, don't know what it's
So now I'm clockin' nuggets, never with the rich
I'd rather hang out with the at the party store, bitch

Gimme Coney, Dawg, a little smog
'Cuz it better than the poisonous fog
Seen it from the in my slummy neighborhood
But the ghetto got love and the is all good
So I don't give a fuck about your by the lake
You can suck my until your neck breaks
'Cuz all I do is hang with the Zombies in the Zone
out with the Faygo, I'm comin' home

Home to the creatures, to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft
to the monsters roamin' the land
I wanna come but ya don't understand

Bitch, I'm home, and I'm not alone
and freaks and the dead body bones
Every single that ya never wanna see
Add it all and ya got me
Ah, nobody give a fuck about your punk ass
coppers and your hypocrite schools
I'd much rather lay around the and the gutter
And make dirty phone calls to your mother

Put up last and I'm wakin' up the dead
we playin' kickball with sombody's head
We go in the barrels of toxic waste
that, I pour myself a little taste
So tell your that she's nothin' but a fat bitch
And all my homies care if the hoe's rich
Somebody out here, let me know if there's a phone
I need to call my mother, and tell her I'm home

to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools witchcraft books
Home to the monsters the land
I wanna come but ya don't understand

Home to the creatures, home to the
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft
to the monsters roamin' the land
I wanna home but ya don't understand

to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft
Home to the monsters the land
I wanna come home but ya don't
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