Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Home

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

[Verse 1 - T]
All I wanted up was remote controls
Now my whole life control, hit the block dope control
Got ghetto corners choking
Grandmama go to church trying to 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 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 got pink eye
Contagious, high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram
Pastels is cute; How you niggaz follow suits so
These barrels encompass the from +Hell+
Nigga the of Star Trak sales, uh!

[Verse 2 -
rather see me not breathing, than see me achieve
Have my mama grieving, to her knees
Jealous hearted niggaz, wear it on ya sleeve
a scarlet letter, for the world to see
Can't hide the truth, of pain
So get exposed like the sons of Hussein
My game grown, this is no fact
cats was at hoop, I was Cadillac Brome
I'm not rap kids, wit childish antics
Who make diss records, who hat backwards
are higher stakes, this is not average weight
This is not pinching penny's bitch, this is cake
This is the 'tween rookies and the pros
pattern after me, they cookie-cut my flow
But so (so, so), I'm one that be jeal'
Do as I do so I can say, "Papa you well"

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

Mercy, mercy! Oh who is he?
Who curse me, me? For doing me
It hurts me so, puts me changes
So I got Porsche's and Hummers to 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 want it with them boys, I promise you, you pussy!