Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Coming Home

I lived my in the gutter
And gutter is who I am
Take me back home to my
And that's where I won't ever leave,

Hey! I'm home, home to the criminals and crooks
Home to the Gangbangers dirty looks
Home to the cops beatin' down my ass
to my 72 Vallary prayin' it will last
Past all the rich try'na play me out
Doggin' on my neighborhood, know what it's about
So now I'm clockin' nuggets, never hangin' with the
I'd rather hang out with the at the party store, bitch

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

Home to the creatures, home to the
Home to the readin' witchcraft books
Home to the roamin' the land
I wanna come home but ya understand

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

Put up last midnight and I'm wakin' up the
Then we playin' kickball with head
We go skinny-dippin' in the barrels of waste
After that, I myself a little taste
So tell mother that she's nothin' but a fat bitch
And all my homies don't care if the hoe's
Somebody out here, please let me know if there's a
I need to call my mother, and her I'm comin' home

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

Home to the creatures, home to the
Home to the fools witchcraft books
Home to the roamin' the land
I wanna come home but ya understand

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