Luyện nghe bài hát House and the Rising Son

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

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

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

Is up dirt and therefore 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
Ain't nobody cooler my man Son Doolah
Don't ya around, I'll smack 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 a queer
a puff off my blunt, and then sip my beer

Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a
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 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, 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)

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

be rockin' until tomorrow
'Cause I've got the right one, Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky the bottle
'Cause I get recked like if I crashed my

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

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

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 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)

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

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

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)
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)
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)