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 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 dope
Got ghetto choking slow
Grandmama go to church to soak my soul, oh!
This one's for my
Find yourself, in a hopeless trying to go against him!
I puppet you Pinocchios, flows on
It - is it seems, just call me Jepeto!
A Young Market, put money in your pocket
Cause when Pusha talk it is the then I drop it
I rose gold ya, huh? pink ya, hah?
Set it in a rhyme now the industry got eye
Contagious, high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram
Pastels is cute; How you niggaz suits so well?
These barrels the heat from +Hell+
Nigga the of Star Trak sales, uh!

[Verse 2 -
They'd see me not breathing, than see me achieve
Have my grieving, crouched to her knees
Jealous niggaz, y'all wear it on ya sleeve
Like a scarlet letter, for the to see
Can't hide the truth, of pain
So get exposed like the sons of Hussein
My weight grown, this is no fact
When 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, this is not average
This is not penny's bitch, this is carrot cake
is the difference 'tween rookies and the pros
They pattern me, they cookie-cut my flow
But so (so, so), I'm never one that be
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 make me open
Seen hearts beat through, sores
Subliminal rap shit, so immature, why I ignore
niggaz on front time, silly hoe shit
He who questions I is
Copperfield flow yes! I'll careers disappear
Like hocus - pocus - no joke, it's

Mercy, mercy! Oh who is he?
Who me, curse 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 if you speak the language
...And the is Comic View
Trak The Movement, who you pay homage to?
You don't want it with them boys, this I you, you pussy!