Luyện nghe bài hát Jackers in My Home

They wipe tears I wipe 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 tryna grease my gun.
Can't let it get if a shoot-out breaks,
the thing I want jammin' is my screwed-out tape.
And the big day, gotta get my rest,
G's outta town, lick buyin' tres.
I'm all alone, my said that she couldn't make it,
'cause she caught a cold and her whole body's aching.
And I feel of nervous, butterflies in my stomach,
but I drift off to sleep, really nothing of it.
Then, wakes me up and I open my eyes,
Somebody's in my house, I'm 'cause I
tell my mom "bye", they finally caught me slippin',
Im'a die like a man homeboy, I trippin.

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 goin' to church.

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

Dreams of the cream, on different 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 that 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 a black 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 make it to the closet, 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 chose the under the curse,
I'll be in a suit and finally goin' to church.

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

started ringin, I was tumbling and divin',
runnin' out of time, with my on survivin'.
Dove out the window, but I seein' stars,
I forgot week 'bout some burglar bars.
Now my face is all wet, and I it ain't sweat,
hit my leg, so I rolled to the left.
Guess where I was at; right, in the closet,
grabbed a pump, now my turn to make a deposit.
slugs 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 start questions,
he could barely talk, spittin' like venom.
He said he had a and people would rent him,
I killed the messengers, now I who sent em'.

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

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.