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, look in the mirror a fat kitten

[Verse 1 - T]
All I wanted growing up was controls
Now my whole life remote control, hit the block dope
Got ghetto corners slow
go to church trying to soak my soul, oh!
This one's for my
yourself, in a hopeless hole trying to go against him!
I you Pinocchios, flows on strings
It - is it seems, just call me Jepeto!
A Young Market, put money in your pocket
Cause when Pusha talk it is the object then I it
I gold ya, huh? pink diamond ya, hah?
Set it in a rhyme now the industry got eye
Contagious, flows high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton
Pastels is cute; How you niggaz suits so well?
barrels encompass the heat from +Hell+
Nigga the Franchise of Star sales, uh!

[Verse 2 -
They'd rather see me not breathing, than see me
Have my mama grieving, to her knees
Jealous niggaz, y'all wear it on ya sleeve
Like a scarlet letter, for the to see
Can't the truth, decendents of pain
So y'all get exposed like the sons of
My game grown, this is no fact
When cats was at hoop, I was Brome
I'm not these rap kids, wit antics
Who make diss records, who rock hat
are higher stakes, this is not average weight
This is not penny's bitch, this is carrot cake
This is the difference rookies and the pros
pattern after me, they cookie-cut my flow
But so (so, so), I'm never one 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 me open yours
hearts beat through, open sores
Subliminal rap shit, so immature, why I ignore
Punchline on front time, silly hoe shit
He who I is unfocused
Copperfield flow yes! I'll make 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, me through changes
So I got and Hummers to deal wit the anguish (oh, oh!)
Acts live, but only if you speak the
...And the is Comic View
Star Trak The Movement, who you pay to?
You don't it with them boys, this I promise you, you pussy!