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 believe in times, having peace and fun,
but I'm in my room tryna grease my gun.
Can't let it get if a shoot-out breaks,
the only I want jammin' is my screwed-out 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,
she caught a damn 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, 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,
nuthin' too fancy, your average tombstone.
I'm sorry I chose the life under the curse,
I'll be dressed in a and finally goin' to church.

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

Dreams of the cream, enemies on teams,
Red Beans in my house, man this is so extreme.
I saw em' up in all black wit da mask,
and I knew was coming for the birds and the cash.
So I out my bed, hit the floor 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 someone 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, speak another word.
Little did I know they had night goggles,
when saw me on the floor, boy squeezed on the throttle.

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

Shots ringin, I was tumbling and divin',
runnin' out of time, with my on survivin'.
Dove out the window, but I started stars,
I last week 'bout some burglar bars.
Now my face is all wet, and I know it sweat,
hit my leg, so I rolled to the left.
Guess I was at; damn 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 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 alive, so I start askin' questions,
he could barely talk, spittin' like venom.
He he had a team and people would rent him,
I killed the messengers, now I need who em'.

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