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 times, having peace and fun,
but I'm still in my room tryna my gun.
Can't let it get rusty: if a breaks,
the only thing I want 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 cold and her whole body's aching.
And I kind of nervous, butterflies in my stomach,
but I off to sleep, really thinkin' nothing of it.
Then, wakes me up and I open my eyes,
Somebody's in my house, I'm heartbroken I
tell my mom "bye", they finally caught me slippin',
Im'a die a man homeboy, I ain't trippin.

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 goin' to church.

Gun shots 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.

Dreams of the cream, enemies on teams,
Red Beans in my house, man this 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 out my bed, hit the floor and start crawlin',
and this is the price that you pay your ballin',
But how did they get the spare key to my
it had to be my bitch, she die if I live!
Usually I keep a black on my dresser,
and I'm hearin' someone whisper, sayin' "Los, getcha!"
And I'm it's the Devil, but I pay him no mind,
I been dodging that fool ever I was nine.
make it to the closet, where I keep my Mossberg,
slug shots, one hit, speak another word.
Little did I 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.

to my dome, jackers 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 started ringin, I was and divin',
runnin' out of time, my mind on survivin'.
out the window, but I started seein' stars,
I forgot last week some burglar bars.
Now my is all wet, and I know it ain't sweat,
bullet hit my leg, so I to the left.
where I was at; damn right, in the closet,
grabbed a pump, now it's my turn to a deposit.
Damn 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 askin' questions,
he could barely talk, blood like venom.
He said he had a team and people rent him,
I killed the messengers, now I who sent em'.

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 finally to church.

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