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, having and fun,
but I'm still in my room grease my gun.
Can't let it get rusty: if a breaks,
the only thing I want jammin' is my tape.
And tomorrow's the big day, get my rest,
fourty-five G's outta town, lick tres.
I'm all alone, my said that she couldn't make it,
'cause she a damn cold and her whole body's aching.
And I feel kind of nervous, in my stomach,
but I drift off to sleep, thinkin' 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", they finally me slippin',
Im'a die like a man homeboy, I trippin.

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

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

of the cream, enemies on different teams,
Red in my house, man this shit is so extreme.
I saw em' dressed up in all wit da mask,
and I knew was coming for the birds and the cash.
So I rolled out my bed, hit the and start crawlin',
and this is the price that you pay when ballin',
But how did they get the key to my crib;
it had to be my bitch, she die if I live!
I keep a black glock on my dresser,
and I'm hearin' whisper, sayin' "Los, Im'a getcha!"
And I'm knowin' the Devil, but I pay him no mind,
I been dodging that fool ever I was nine.
make it to the closet, where I keep my Mossberg,
slug shots, one hit, never another word.
did I know they had night vision goggles,
when 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 chose the under the curse,
I'll be dressed in a suit and finally to church.

to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin' too fancy, just average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I 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 week 'bout some burglar bars.
Now my face is all wet, and I know it 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 and it knocked down my lamp.
Unloaded, reloaded, was a man army,
now they like piatas at the end of a party.
One was still alive, so I askin' questions,
he barely talk, spittin' blood like venom.
He he had a team and people would rent him,
I the messengers, now I need who sent em'.

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