Luyện nghe bài hát Jackers in My Home

They wipe while I wipe fingerprints off lead,
say "Shoot for the stars", I say "Shoot for the head".
I in good times, having peace and fun,
but I'm still in my tryna grease my gun.
let it get rusty: if a shoot-out breaks,
the only thing I jammin' is my screwed-out tape.
And the big day, gotta get my rest,
fourty-five G's town, lick buyin' 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 kind of nervous, in my stomach,
but I off to sleep, really thinkin' nothing of it.
Then, something wakes me up and I my eyes,
Somebody's in my house, I'm 'cause I
Couldn't tell my mom "bye", they caught me slippin',
die like a man homeboy, I ain't trippin.

Gunshots to my dome, 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 finally to church.

Gun shots to my dome, in my home,
nuthin' too fancy, your average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I the life under the curse,
be dressed 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' dressed up in all wit da mask,
and I knew they was coming for the and the cash.
So I rolled out my bed, hit the floor and 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 someone whisper, sayin' "Los, Im'a getcha!"
And I'm it's the Devil, but I pay him no mind,
I been that fool ever since I was nine.
make it to the closet, where I keep my Mossberg,
slug shots, one hit, never another word.
Little did I know they had vision goggles,
when saw me on the floor, boy squeezed on the throttle.

to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin' too fancy, just average tombstone.
I'm sorry I chose the life 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.

Shots ringin, I was tumbling and divin',
runnin' out of time, my mind on survivin'.
Dove out the window, but I started stars,
I forgot last week 'bout burglar bars.
Now my face is all wet, and I know it sweat,
bullet hit my leg, so I to the left.
Guess I was at; damn right, in the closet,
a pump, now it's my turn to make a deposit.
Damn slugs no punk, hit the boy in his back,
saw his right leg flyin' and it knocked my lamp.
Unloaded, reloaded, was a man army,
now they lookin' like at the end of a party.
One was still alive, so I askin' questions,
he barely talk, spittin' blood like venom.
He said he had a team and people rent him,
I killed the messengers, now I need who em'.

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