Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Coming Home

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

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

Gimme Coney, Dawg, with a little
'Cuz it better than the poisonous fog
Seen it from the sewers in my 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 suck my dingaling until neck breaks
all I wanna do is hang with the Zombies in the Zone
Break out with the Faygo, I'm comin'

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

Bitch, I'm home, and I'm not alone
and freaks and the dead body bones
Every single thing ya never wanna see
Add it all and ya got me
Ah, give a fuck about your punk ass rules
Keystone coppers and your hypocrite
I'd much lay around the streets and the gutter
And make dirty calls to your rich mother

Put up midnight and I'm wakin' up the dead
Then we playin' kickball sombody's head
We go skinny-dippin' in the barrels of toxic
After that, I myself a little taste
So your 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 a phone
I need to my mother, and tell her I'm comin' home

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

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