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, peace and fun,
but I'm still in my room tryna my gun.
Can't let it get rusty: if a breaks,
the thing I want 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 cold and her whole aching.
And I feel kind of nervous, in my stomach,
but I off to sleep, really 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 caught me slippin',
die like a man homeboy, I ain't trippin.

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 dressed in a suit and goin' to church.

Gun to my dome, jackers in my home,
nuthin' too fancy, your average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I the life under the curse,
I'll be dressed in a 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 they was coming for the birds and the cash.
So I rolled out my bed, hit the floor and 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 a black glock on my dresser,
and I'm hearin' someone whisper, "Los, Im'a getcha!"
And I'm it's the Devil, but I pay him no mind,
I been dodging that fool ever I was nine.
Gotta make it to the closet, I keep my Mossberg,
slug shots, one hit, speak 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,
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.

Gunshots to my dome, in my home,
too fancy, just your average tombstone.
I'm that I chose the life under the curse,
be dressed in a suit and finally goin' 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 face is all wet, and I it ain't 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 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 lookin' like piatas at the end of a party.
One was still alive, so I start questions,
he could talk, spittin' blood like venom.
He said he had a team and 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 sorry that I 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, just average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I the life under the curse,
I'll be dressed in a and finally goin' to church.