Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Coming Home

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

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

Gimme Coney, Dawg, with a smog
'Cuz it tastes better than the fog
Seen it from the sewers in my slummy
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 your breaks
'Cuz all I wanna do is hang the Zombies in the Zone
Break out with the Faygo, I'm comin'

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

Bitch, I'm comin' home, and I'm not
and freaks and the dead body bones
Every single thing ya never wanna see
Add it all and ya got me
Ah, nobody give a fuck about 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 and I'm wakin' up the dead
Then we playin' with sombody's head
We go skinny-dippin' in the of toxic waste
that, I pour myself a little taste
So tell your mother that she's nothin' but a fat
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 my mother, and tell her I'm comin' home

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

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