Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Coming Home

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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