Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Coming Home

I my life 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 comin' home, home to the and crooks
Home to the shootin' dirty looks
Home to the killer cops down my ass
Home to my 72 Vallary prayin' it 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 crookeds at the store, bitch

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

Home to the creatures, home to the
Home to the fools readin' books
Home to the monsters roamin' the
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 thing that ya never wanna see
Add it all and ya got me
Ah, nobody give a fuck about your ass rules
Keystone coppers and your hypocrite
I'd rather lay around the streets and the gutter
And dirty 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 of toxic waste
After that, I pour a little taste
So tell your mother she's nothin' but a fat bitch
And all my don't care if the hoe's rich
out here, please 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 roamin' the
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 come home but ya understand

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