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, home to the criminals and
Home to the Gangbangers dirty looks
Home to the killer cops down my ass
Home to my 72 Vallary prayin' it last
Past all the rich bitches try'na me out
Doggin' on my neighborhood, don't know it's about
So now I'm clockin' nuggets, never hangin' with the
I'd hang out with the crookeds at the party store, bitch

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

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

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

Put up last midnight and I'm up the dead
we playin' kickball with sombody's head
We go skinny-dippin' in the of toxic waste
After that, I myself a little taste
So tell your mother that she's nothin' but a fat
And all my homies don't if the hoe's rich
Somebody out here, let me know 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' witchcraft
Home to the monsters roamin' the
I wanna come but ya don't understand

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

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