Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Home

[Chorus - T]
I in to fat lippin I'm into gat grippin
A cat slippin, is a cat
Why I say that? The cat slippin, the spittin, the cat drippin, look in the mirror yous a fat kitten

[Verse 1 - T]
All I wanted growing up was remote
Now my whole life remote control, hit the block control
Got ghetto corners slow
Grandmama go to trying to soak my soul, oh!
This for my foes
Find yourself, in a hole trying to go against him!
I you Pinocchios, flows on strings
It - is it seems, just call me Jepeto!
A Stock Market, put money in your pocket
Cause when Pusha talk it is the object I drop it
I rose ya, huh? pink diamond ya, hah?
Set it in a rhyme now the got pink 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 of Star Trak sales, uh!

2 - Malice]
They'd rather see me not breathing, than see me
Have my mama grieving, crouched to her
hearted niggaz, y'all wear it on ya sleeve
Like a scarlet letter, for the to see
hide the truth, decendents of pain
So get exposed like the sons of Hussein
My game weight grown, this is no
cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac Brome
I'm not these rap kids, wit antics
Who make diss records, who rock hat
These are higher stakes, is not average weight
This is not penny's bitch, this is carrot cake
This is the 'tween rookies and the pros
They pattern after me, they cookie-cut my
But so (so, so), I'm never one be jeal'
Do as I do so I can say, "Papa you well"

[Verse 3 - T]
They say the Lord closes windows, to open
Nigga don't make me yours
Seen hearts beat through, sores
Subliminal rap shit, so immature, that's why I
Punchline niggaz on time, silly hoe shit
He who I is unfocused
flow yes! I'll make careers disappear
Like hocus - pocus - no joke, Push'

Mercy, mercy! Oh who is he?
Who curse me, curse me? For me
It hurts me so, puts me changes
So I got Porsche's and Hummers to deal wit the (oh, oh!)
Acts live, but if you speak the language
...And the is Comic View
Star The Movement, who you pay homage to?
You want it with them boys, this I promise you, you pussy!