Luyện nghe bài hát House and the Rising Son

I rock the ill shit, you know I shit
And then I shit, get off my dills nit
I don't play that, my style goes way back
I kick my one time, dude, fuck the playback

I go off my head, you I shave my shit
And you quit, I say you don't quit
'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get done
like a steak, gimme a break

Like Nel
There's tarter on your teeth, ya got beef
then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The house of

Is up dirt and therefore inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm on your door
let me in

'Cause I'm down with the freak mo
I'm at my sexual peak, lady
nobody cooler than my man Son Doolah
Don't ya fuck around, I'll your knuckles with a ruler

Just a nun from a catholic school
make you drool, and play the fool
Snatch you by the ears, you up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt, and sip my beer

the mean style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm the house of pain
You know that I never the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a soul

what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's it is)
what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's it is)

That's it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's it is)
what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's it is)

Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the
You're soft like a feather, you bed wetter
Baby, baby, I you caught the rabies
Bitin' on my shit, I have to say

Son'll be until tomorrow
I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the
I get recked like if I crashed my auto

I'll play it, I'll win it, done it, I did it
Some say I'm kiddin' but right at this
I'll freak it, I'll funk it and a country bumpkin
Albuquerque, who's gonna carve the turkey?

Ready, serve, entertain like
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a
The dooby funk fellow, smooth a jello
Some say mellow, complicated a dello

The freakin' speakin', freaks it every weekend
I'll be trick or treatin', I used to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey Rid, I'm
I make more than that kid Alex Keaton

That's what it is y'all, that's it is
(That's it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's it is
(That's it is)

what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's it is)
That's it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's it is)

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the hall
And get your grub I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' play at the club, then I to the pub
And a brew, what the fuck ya gonna do?

I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and it
ya like a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And you for a ride to where I reside
Put face in my pillow, and have you weepin' like a willow
I tax butt, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth, then for you to beef

That's what it is y'all, what it is
(That's it is)
what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's it is)

That's what it is y'all, what it is
(That's it is)
what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's it is)

what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's it is)
That's it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's it is)

That's it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's it is)
That's what it is y'all, that's it is
(That's it is)