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 yous a fat kitten

[Verse 1 - T]
All I growing up was remote controls
Now my whole life remote control, hit the block dope
Got ghetto corners slow
go to church trying to soak my soul, oh!
This for my foes
Find yourself, in a hopeless trying to go against him!
I you Pinocchios, flows on strings
It - is what it seems, call me Jepeto!
A Young Stock Market, put in your pocket
Cause when Pusha it is the object then I drop it
I rose gold ya, huh? pink diamond ya,
Set it in a rhyme now the got pink eye
Contagious, high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram
Pastels is cute; How you follow suits so well?
These barrels encompass the heat from
the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh!

[Verse 2 -
They'd see me not breathing, than see me achieve
Have my grieving, crouched to her knees
Jealous niggaz, y'all wear it on ya sleeve
a scarlet letter, for the world to see
Can't hide the truth, of pain
So y'all get exposed the sons of Hussein
My game weight grown, is no fact
cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac Brome
I'm not rap kids, wit childish antics
Who make diss records, who hat backwards
are higher stakes, this is not average weight
This is not pinching penny's bitch, this is cake
This is the difference 'tween rookies and the
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 closes windows, to open
don't make me open yours
Seen hearts beat through, sores
rap shit, so immature, that's why I ignore
Punchline niggaz on front time, hoe shit
He who questions I is
Copperfield yes! I'll make careers disappear
Like hocus - - no joke, it's Push'

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