Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Coming Home

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

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

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

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

Bitch, I'm comin' home, and I'm not
Jokers and freaks and the dead body
single thing that ya never wanna see
Add it all and ya got me
Ah, give a fuck about your punk ass rules
Keystone coppers and your hypocrite
I'd much rather lay the streets and the gutter
And make dirty 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 toxic
After that, I pour a little taste
So tell your mother she's nothin' but a fat bitch
And all my homies don't care if the rich
Somebody out here, please let me if there's a phone
I to call my mother, and tell her I'm comin' home

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

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

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