Luyện nghe bài hát Make It Home

[Chorus - T]
I ain't in to fat lippin I'm 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 remote control, hit the block dope
Got corners choking slow
go to church trying to soak my soul, oh!
This for my foes
yourself, in a hopeless hole trying to go against him!
I puppet you Pinocchios, flows on
It - is what it seems, call me Jepeto!
A Stock Market, put money in your pocket
Cause when Pusha talk it is the object then I it
I rose ya, huh? pink diamond ya, hah?
Set it in a now the industry got pink eye
Contagious, high demand, like the new Lou Vuitton Monogram
Pastels is cute; How you niggaz follow suits so
These barrels the heat from +Hell+
the Franchise 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 letter, for the world to see
Can't the truth, decendents of pain
So y'all get exposed like the of Hussein
My game weight grown, this is no
When cats was at hoop, I was Brome
I'm not these rap kids, wit childish
Who diss records, who rock hat backwards
These are higher stakes, is not average weight
This is not pinching bitch, this is carrot cake
This is the 'tween rookies and the pros
They pattern 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 make me open
hearts beat through, open sores
Subliminal rap shit, so immature, that's why I
Punchline on front time, silly hoe shit
He who I is unfocused
Copperfield flow yes! I'll make careers
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 the language
...And the rest is View
Star Trak The Movement, who you pay to?
You don't want it with them boys, this I you, you pussy!