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 wanted growing up was controls
Now my whole life remote control, hit the block dope
Got ghetto corners choking
go to church trying to soak my soul, oh!
This one's for my
Find yourself, in a hopeless hole trying to go him!
I you Pinocchios, flows on strings
It - is what it seems, call me Jepeto!
A Young Stock Market, put money in pocket
Cause when Pusha talk it is the then I drop it
I rose gold ya, huh? pink ya, hah?
Set it in a now the industry got pink eye
Contagious, high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram
Pastels is cute; How you niggaz follow so well?
These barrels the heat from +Hell+
Nigga the Franchise of Trak sales, uh!

[Verse 2 -
They'd rather see me not breathing, see me achieve
Have my mama grieving, crouched to her
Jealous hearted niggaz, y'all wear it on ya
Like a letter, for the world to see
hide the truth, decendents of pain
So y'all get exposed like the sons of
My game grown, this is no fact
When cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac
I'm not rap kids, wit childish antics
Who make records, who rock hat backwards
These are higher stakes, this is not average
This is not penny's bitch, this is carrot cake
This is the 'tween rookies and the pros
pattern after 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 closes windows, to open doors
Nigga make me open yours
Seen hearts through, open sores
rap shit, so immature, that's why I ignore
Punchline on front time, silly hoe shit
He who questions I is
flow yes! I'll make careers disappear
Like hocus - - no joke, it's Push'

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