Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Coming Home

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

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

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

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

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

Put up last and I'm wakin' up the dead
Then we kickball with sombody's 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 homies don't care if the hoe's
Somebody out here, 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
Home to the roamin' the land
I come home but ya don't understand

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

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