Luyện nghe bài hát House and the Rising Son

I rock the ill shit, you I kill 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 don't quit, I say you quit
'Cause I'm the son, ya get well done
like a steak, gimme a break

Like Nel
tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no
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 knockin' on your
let me in

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

like a nun from a catholic 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 then sip my

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
I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul

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)

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

Son'll be rockin' until
I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky the bottle
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
From Albuquerque, who's gonna the turkey?

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

The freakin' who's speakin', freaks it every
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, 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)

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the hall
And get your grub while I'm 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, it, cut your gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, 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 that butt, wax ass
Floss a nut in teeth, then wait for you to beef

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)
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 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)