Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Home

[Chorus - T]
I in to fat lippin I'm into gat grippin
A cat slippin, is a cat
Why I say that? The cat slippin, the mac's spittin, the cat drippin, in the mirror yous a fat kitten

[Verse 1 - T]
All I wanted up was remote controls
Now my whole life control, hit the block dope control
Got ghetto corners choking
Grandmama go to church trying to my soul, oh!
one's for my foes
Find yourself, in a hopeless hole to go against him!
I you Pinocchios, flows on strings
It - is it seems, just call me Jepeto!
A Young Stock Market, put in your pocket
Cause when Pusha talk it is the object then I it
I rose gold ya, huh? pink diamond ya,
Set it in a rhyme now the industry got eye
Contagious, flows high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton
Pastels is cute; How you niggaz suits so well?
barrels encompass the heat from +Hell+
Nigga the of Star Trak sales, uh!

[Verse 2 -
rather see me not breathing, than see me achieve
Have my mama grieving, to her knees
Jealous hearted niggaz, wear it on ya sleeve
Like a letter, for the world to see
Can't hide the truth, of pain
So get exposed like the sons of Hussein
My game weight grown, this is no
When was at hoop, I was Cadillac Brome
I'm not rap kids, wit childish antics
Who make diss records, who hat backwards
These are higher stakes, this is not weight
This is not pinching penny's bitch, is carrot cake
This is the 'tween rookies and the pros
They pattern me, they cookie-cut my flow
But so (so, so), I'm never one that be
Do as I do so I can say, "Papa you well"

[Verse 3 - T]
They say the Lord windows, to open doors
Nigga don't me open yours
Seen hearts beat through, sores
Subliminal rap shit, so immature, that's why I
niggaz on front time, silly hoe shit
He who questions I is
Copperfield flow yes! I'll make disappear
hocus - pocus - no joke, it's Push'

Mercy, mercy! Oh who is he?
Who curse me, me? For doing me
It hurts me so, me through changes
So I got Porsche's and to deal wit the anguish (oh, oh!)
live, but only if you speak the language
...And the is Comic View
Star Trak The Movement, who you pay to?
You want it with them boys, this I promise you, you pussy!