Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Coming Home

I lived my life in the
And gutter is who I am
Take me back home to my
And that's where I ever leave, again

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

Gimme Coney, Dawg, with a little
'Cuz it tastes better than the fog
Seen it the sewers in my slummy neighborhood
But the got love and the love is all good
So I give a fuck about your mansion by the lake
You can suck my dingaling until your breaks
'Cuz all I wanna do is with the Zombies in the Zone
out with the Faygo, I'm comin' home

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

Bitch, I'm comin' home, and I'm not
Jokers and freaks and the body bones
Every single thing that ya 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 make dirty calls to your rich mother

Put up last midnight and I'm wakin' up the
we playin' kickball with sombody's head
We go in the barrels of toxic waste
After that, I pour myself a taste
So tell mother that she's nothin' but a fat bitch
And all my homies don't if the hoe's rich
Somebody out here, please let me know if there's a
I need to call my mother, and 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 wanna home but ya don't understand

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

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