Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

Yo, home skillet, get back 'fore I your shit back
Yo, we're here to put it down the Lord
(I'm wit dat)
him, blaze him wit a 4
Cash blow loco I the heat to the street
'Cuz ya know

Brooklyn military killin' every in sight
Get W W W dot I will fuck you up dot com
(Strap bombs)
Explode, watch me modes
Grab a clutch pop a gear, now I'm in flip

gash on 99 octane fuel
You deserve a swift kick in your ass you's a mule
We keep on duckin' from the squad
First you thought you was now you calling a guard
Like I'm, oh my Lord, have

Please talk to Little Fame 'cuz fixing to merk me
I roll through your like it's my hood
And won't have a second thought if I could nigga
(Home home)
It ain't sweet down here
Guns pop for to eat down here
(Brooklyn)

sweet home
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm alone
Brooklyn, send 'em home
Brooklyn, send 'em home where you at

Home home
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm alone
Brooklyn, 'em back home
Brooklyn, 'em back home where you at

(Lord mercy)
Never bring B R double O K, bring into it
Sneak 9's it, thieves rise into it
Seek crime, blow it, see shines, go to it
Street name, tweak game, rob you
(Stupid)

Big trucks, dick ones ride
You don't know me, and will
It's cold streets, don't approach me, we build
Nigga, of the pick pockets
Four fifth polish, wallets
like Chris Wallace
(Brooklyn)

We dollar cab hop from bad to bad block
crash spots with pad locks get backed up
Handcuffed, grands in tha wastelands
(Nigga)
boys in tha hood, we poison your hood
Downtown swinging, loud bring in your hood
C'mon)

Home home
Clack, clack, salute, I'm never alone
Brooklyn, 'em back home
Brooklyn, 'em back home where you at

sweet home
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never
Brooklyn, send 'em home
Brooklyn, send 'em back home you at

Now everybody to the occasion, duck when I'm aiming
(First family!)
Yeah, it's so amazing, the I be raising
Is the hell I was raised in
It ain't nann fadin shit, I come equipped
I put my life on the line for every time

Bitch, come and march with Brooklyn soldiers
You'll talk wit em, bark you talk to these crooked ass cobras
at
(Bum, bum)
at
(Gun noises)
Fire back time with my cousin

Doin' the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, comin'
Gunning, see the hilltops styling me
I studied Brownsville
(Yes)
If you a nigga as well as me
You better bring a mother fuckin'

Home sweet
Clack, clack, salute, I'm never alone
Brooklyn, send 'em home
Brooklyn, 'em back home where you at

Home sweet
Clack, clack, salute, salute I'm never
Brooklyn, send 'em home
Brooklyn, send 'em home where you at