Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Home

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

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

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

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

Mercy, mercy! Oh who is he?
Who me, curse me? For doing me
It hurts me so, puts me through
So I got Porsche's and Hummers to deal wit the (oh, oh!)
Acts live, but if you speak the language
...And the rest is View
Star Trak The Movement, who you pay to?
You don't want it with them boys, I promise you, you pussy!