Luyện nghe bài hát Jackers in My Home

They wipe tears while I wipe 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 grease my gun.
let it get rusty: if a shoot-out breaks,
the thing I want jammin' is my screwed-out tape.
And tomorrow's the big day, get my rest,
G's outta town, lick buyin' tres.
I'm all alone, my girl said that she make it,
'cause she caught a damn cold and her whole aching.
And I feel of nervous, butterflies 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 finally me slippin',
Im'a die like a man homeboy, I trippin.

to my dome, jackers 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 suit and finally to church.

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

Dreams of the cream, enemies on teams,
Red Beans in my house, man shit 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 rolled out my bed, hit the and start crawlin',
and this is the price you pay when 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 glock 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 since I was nine.
Gotta make it to the closet, where I my Mossberg,
slug shots, one hit, never another word.
Little did I know they had night goggles,
when they saw me on the floor, boy on the throttle.

Gunshots to my dome, in my home,
nuthin' too fancy, just average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I chose the life 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 the life 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'.
out the window, but I started seein' stars,
I forgot last week 'bout 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 my turn to make a deposit.
Damn slugs no punk, hit the boy in his back,
saw his right leg and it knocked down my lamp.
Unloaded, reloaded, was a man army,
now they like piatas 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 and people would rent him,
I the messengers, now I need who sent em'.

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.

to my dome, jackers 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.