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
'Cause I don't play that, my style way back
I kick my shit one time, dude, the playback

I go off my head, you know I my shit
And you don't quit, I say you 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, my crew's no joke
The of pain

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

like a nun from a catholic school
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 mean style, leave in a pile
is my name, I'm from 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)
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 Beretta, quicker than the Jeda
soft like a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you the rabies
on my shit, I have to say haybee

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

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

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

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

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)
That's what it is y'all, that's 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
play at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, the fuck ya gonna do?

I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and it
Treat ya a gas tank, take your ass and fill it
And you for a ride to where I reside
Put your 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

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 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)
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)