Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Coming Home

I lived my in the gutter
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 and crooks
Home to the shootin' dirty looks
Home to the cops beatin' down my ass
Home to my 72 Vallary prayin' it last
Past all the rich 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 hang out with the crookeds at the party store, bitch

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

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

Bitch, I'm comin' home, and I'm not
Jokers and freaks and the dead 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 hypocrite schools
I'd much rather lay around the and the gutter
And make phone calls to your rich mother

Put up last midnight and I'm wakin' up the
Then we playin' kickball sombody's head
We go in the barrels of toxic waste
that, I pour myself a little taste
So tell your mother that she's but a fat bitch
And all my homies don't care if the rich
Somebody out here, please let me know if a phone
I need to call my mother, and tell her I'm home

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