Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Coming Home

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

Hey! I'm comin' home, home to the criminals and
Home to the shootin' dirty looks
to the killer cops beatin' down my ass
Home to my 72 Vallary prayin' it will
Past all the rich try'na play me out
on my neighborhood, don't 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 smog
it tastes better than the poisonous fog
Seen it from the in my slummy neighborhood
But the ghetto got love and the love is all
So I give a fuck about your mansion by the lake
You can suck my dingaling your neck breaks
'Cuz all I wanna do is hang the Zombies in the Zone
Break out the Faygo, I'm comin' home

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

Bitch, I'm home, and I'm not alone
Jokers and freaks and the body bones
Every thing 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 hypocrite
I'd much lay around the streets and the gutter
And make dirty calls to your rich 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
that, I pour myself a little taste
So tell mother that she's nothin' but a fat bitch
And all my homies care if the hoe's rich
Somebody out here, please let me if there's a phone
I to call my mother, and tell her I'm comin' home

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

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

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