Luyện nghe bài hát House and the Rising Son

I rock the ill shit, you know I shit
And then I build shit, get off my 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 know I my shit
And you don't quit, I say you quit
'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well
Just a steak, gimme a break

Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got
Well then ya get broke, my crew's no joke
The house of

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

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

Just like a nun from a catholic
I'll you drool, and play the fool
Snatch you by the ears, smack you up like a
Take a puff off my blunt, and sip my beer

Kick the style, leave bodies in a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm the house of pain
You know that I play 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)
That's what it is y'all, what it is
(That's it is)

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

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

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

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

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

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

what 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)

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

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

I rip shit, kill it, cut gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take ass and fill it
And take you for a to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have you 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)
That's what it is y'all, that's 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)

That's 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)

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)