Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Coming Home

I lived my life in the
And this is who I am
Take me back home to my
And where I won't ever leave, again

Hey! I'm comin' home, to the criminals and crooks
Home to the Gangbangers shootin' dirty
Home to the killer cops down my ass
Home to my 72 Vallary prayin' it last
all the rich bitches try'na play me out
Doggin' on my neighborhood, don't know it's about
So now I'm clockin' nuggets, never with the rich
I'd rather hang out with the crookeds at the party store,

Coney, Dawg, with a little smog
'Cuz it tastes than the poisonous fog
Seen it the sewers in my slummy neighborhood
But the ghetto got love and the is all good
So I don't give a about your mansion by the lake
You can suck my dingaling until neck breaks
'Cuz all I do is hang with the Zombies in the Zone
out with the Faygo, I'm comin' home

Home to the creatures, home to the
Home to the fools readin' books
to the monsters roamin' the land
I wanna home but ya don't understand

Bitch, I'm comin' home, and I'm not
Jokers and and the dead body bones
single thing that ya never wanna see
Add it all and ya got me
Ah, nobody give a fuck your punk ass rules
Keystone coppers and your hypocrite
I'd much rather lay around the and the gutter
And make dirty phone to your rich mother

Put up last midnight and I'm wakin' up the
Then we playin' kickball with head
We go skinny-dippin' in the barrels of waste
After that, I pour a little taste
So tell your mother she's nothin' but a fat bitch
And all my homies don't care if the hoe's
Somebody out here, please let me know if a phone
I need to call my mother, and tell her I'm home

Home to the creatures, home to the
Home to the fools readin' witchcraft
Home to the monsters the land
I wanna come home but ya don't

to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the readin' witchcraft books
Home to the monsters the land
I wanna home but ya don't understand

to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' books
to the monsters roamin' the land
I wanna come home but ya don't
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