Luyện nghe bài hát House and the Rising Son

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

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

Nel Carter
There's on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no
The of pain

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

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

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

Kick the mean style, leave in a pile
is my name, I'm from the house of pain
You know that I play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man a funk soul

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 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 until tomorrow
I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the pass the bottle
'Cause I get recked like if I my auto

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

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

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

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)

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)

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the hall
And get your while I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' play at the club, then I to the pub
And crack a brew, 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 take you for a to where I reside
Put face in my pillow, and have you weepin' like a willow
I tax that butt, wax 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 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)
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, that's 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)