Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Coming Home

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

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

Gimme Coney, Dawg, with a little
'Cuz it better than the poisonous fog
Seen it from the sewers in my slummy
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 until your neck breaks
'Cuz all I do is hang with the Zombies in the Zone
Break out with the Faygo, I'm comin'

to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' books
Home to the monsters the land
I come 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
coppers and your hypocrite schools
I'd much rather lay around the and the gutter
And dirty phone calls to your rich mother

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

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

to the creatures, home to the crooks
Home to the fools readin' books
Home to the monsters the land
I wanna come home but ya understand

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