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, in the mirror yous a fat kitten

[Verse 1 - T]
All I wanted growing up was remote
Now my life remote control, hit the block dope control
Got ghetto corners slow
go to church trying to soak 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, call me Jepeto!
A Stock Market, put money in your pocket
Cause when Pusha talk it is the object I drop it
I rose gold ya, huh? pink diamond ya,
Set it in a rhyme now the got pink eye
Contagious, flows high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton
Pastels is cute; How you niggaz suits so well?
These barrels encompass the heat from
the Franchise of Star Trak sales, uh!

[Verse 2 -
rather see me not breathing, than see me achieve
Have my mama grieving, crouched to her
Jealous niggaz, y'all wear it on ya sleeve
Like a scarlet letter, for the to see
Can't hide the truth, decendents of
So y'all get like the sons of Hussein
My game weight grown, this is no
When cats was at hoop, I was Brome
I'm not these rap kids, wit childish
Who make diss records, who rock hat
These are higher stakes, is not average weight
This is not pinching bitch, this is carrot cake
is the difference 'tween rookies and the pros
They pattern after me, cookie-cut my flow
But so (so, so), I'm one that 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 don't make me open
Seen hearts beat through, sores
rap shit, so immature, that's why I ignore
Punchline niggaz on front time, silly hoe
He who I is unfocused
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 hurts me so, puts me changes
So I got Porsche's and Hummers to wit the anguish (oh, oh!)
Acts live, but if you speak the language
...And the rest is Comic
Star The Movement, who you pay homage to?
You don't it with them boys, this I promise you, you pussy!