Luyện nghe bài hát Jackers in My Home

They tears 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 room grease my gun.
Can't let it get if a shoot-out breaks,
the only thing I jammin' is my screwed-out tape.
And tomorrow's the big day, get my rest,
fourty-five G's outta town, buyin' tres.
I'm all alone, my girl said she couldn't make it,
'cause she caught a damn and her whole body's aching.
And I feel of nervous, butterflies in my stomach,
but I drift off to sleep, really thinkin' of it.
Then, something wakes me up and I 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 average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I 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 I chose the life under the curse,
be dressed in a suit and finally goin' to church.

Dreams of the cream, on different teams,
Red Beans in my house, man this 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 out my bed, hit the floor and start crawlin',
and this is the price that you pay your ballin',
But how did get the spare 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 it's 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, never another word.
did I know they had night vision goggles,
when they saw me on the floor, boy on the throttle.

to my dome, jackers 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.

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

Shots started ringin, I was and divin',
runnin' out of time, with my on survivin'.
Dove out the window, but I seein' stars,
I forgot last week 'bout some bars.
Now my is all wet, and I know 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 it's my to make a deposit.
slugs ain't no punk, hit the boy in his back,
saw his leg flyin' and it knocked down my lamp.
Unloaded, reloaded, was a man army,
now they lookin' like at the end of a party.
One was still alive, so I start questions,
he could barely talk, blood like venom.
He said he had a team and people rent him,
I the messengers, now I need who sent em'.

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

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.