Luyện nghe bài hát Home Sweet Home

Yo, home skillet, get back I push your shit back
Yo, here to put it down with the Lord
(I'm wit dat)
Blaze him, him wit a 4
Cash blow loco I bring the heat to the
'Cuz ya don't

military killin' every motherfucker in sight
Get hard W W W dot I will you up dot com
(Strap bombs)
Explode, watch me switch
a clutch pop a gear, now I'm in flip mode

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

Please talk to Little Fame 'cuz he's to merk me
I roll through hood like it's my hood
And won't have a second thought if I could nigga
(Home home)
It ain't nothing sweet down
Guns pop for niggas to eat here
(Brooklyn)

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

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

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

Big trucks, dick ones exclusive
You know me, and never will
It's streets, don't approach me, we never build
Nigga, of the pick pockets
Four fifth polish, lift
like Chris Wallace
(Brooklyn)

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

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

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

Now everybody rise to the occasion, when I'm aiming
(First family!)
Yeah, it's so amazing, the hell I be
Is the hell I was raised in
It nann nigga fadin shit, I come equipped
I put my life on the line for every time

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

the unthinkable, the unthinkable Danze, still comin'
Gunning, you'll see the styling me
I studied criminology
(Yes)
If you know a as well as me
You better bring a mother fuckin'

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

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