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 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 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,
she caught a damn cold and her whole body's aching.
And I feel kind of nervous, in my stomach,
but I drift off to sleep, really thinkin' of it.
Then, something wakes me up and I my eyes,
Somebody's in my house, I'm heartbroken 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 average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I chose the life 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 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' 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 is the price that 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!
I keep a black glock on my dresser,
and I'm someone whisper, sayin' "Los, Im'a getcha!"
And I'm knowin' the Devil, but I pay him no mind,
I been that fool ever since I was nine.
Gotta make it to the closet, where I my Mossberg,
slug shots, one hit, speak another word.
Little did I know they had night goggles,
they saw me on the floor, boy squeezed on the throttle.

Gunshots to my dome, in my home,
too fancy, just your 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,
too fancy, just your average tombstone.
I'm sorry that I 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'.
out the window, but I started seein' stars,
I last week 'bout some burglar bars.
Now my is all wet, and I know it ain't sweat,
hit my leg, so I rolled to the left.
Guess I was at; damn right, in the closet,
grabbed a pump, now 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 still alive, so I start questions,
he could barely talk, spittin' like venom.
He he had a team and people would rent him,
I the messengers, now I need who sent em'.

Gunshots 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 and finally goin' to church.

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