Luyện nghe bài hát Jackers in My Home

They wipe tears while I fingerprints off lead,
say "Shoot for the stars", I say "Shoot for the head".
I believe in good times, peace and fun,
but I'm still in my room grease my gun.
Can't let it get if a shoot-out breaks,
the only I want jammin' is my screwed-out tape.
And the big day, gotta get my rest,
fourty-five G's outta town, lick tres.
I'm all alone, my girl said that she couldn't it,
'cause she caught a damn cold and her body's aching.
And I feel of nervous, butterflies in my stomach,
but I drift off to sleep, really nothing of it.
Then, something me up and I open my eyes,
in my house, I'm heartbroken 'cause I
Couldn't tell my mom "bye", finally caught me slippin',
Im'a die a man homeboy, I ain't trippin.

Gunshots to my dome, in my home,
too fancy, just your average tombstone.
I'm sorry I chose the life under the curse,
I'll be in a suit and finally goin' to church.

Gun to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin' too fancy, just average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I chose the under the curse,
I'll be in a suit and finally goin' to church.

Dreams of the cream, enemies on teams,
Red in my house, man this shit is so extreme.
I saw em' up in all black wit da mask,
and I knew they was for the birds and the cash.
So I rolled out my bed, hit the and start crawlin',
and this is the price you pay when your ballin',
But how did get the spare key to my crib;
it had to be my bitch, she die if I live!
Usually I keep a glock on my dresser,
and I'm hearin' someone whisper, "Los, Im'a getcha!"
And I'm knowin' the Devil, but I pay him no mind,
I been dodging fool ever since I was nine.
Gotta it to the closet, where I keep my Mossberg,
slug shots, one hit, speak another word.
Little did I know had night vision goggles,
they saw me on the floor, boy squeezed on the throttle.

Gunshots to my dome, in my home,
too fancy, just your average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I the life under the curse,
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally to church.

to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin' too fancy, your average tombstone.
I'm that I chose the life under the curse,
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally to church.

Shots ringin, I was tumbling and divin',
out of time, with my mind on survivin'.
Dove out the window, but I started stars,
I forgot last week some burglar bars.
Now my is all wet, and I know it ain't sweat,
bullet hit my leg, so I to the left.
Guess where I was at; right, in the closet,
a pump, now it's my turn to make a deposit.
Damn ain't no punk, hit the boy in his back,
saw his right leg flyin' and it down my lamp.
Unloaded, reloaded, was a man army,
now they lookin' piatas at the end of a party.
One was still alive, so I askin' questions,
he could barely talk, blood like venom.
He said he had a and people would rent him,
I killed the messengers, now I need who em'.

Gunshots to my dome, in my home,
nuthin' too fancy, just your tombstone.
I'm sorry that I chose the under the curse,
be dressed in a suit and finally goin' to church.

Gunshots to my dome, in my home,
nuthin' too fancy, just your tombstone.
I'm sorry that I chose the life the curse,
I'll be in a suit and finally goin' to church.