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 know I shave my
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
There's on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my no joke
The of pain

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

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

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

Kick the mean style, bodies in a pile
is my name, I'm from the house of pain
You know I never play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white Irish man with a soul

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)

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)

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

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

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

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

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 money than that kid Alex

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)
what 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 while 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, kill it, cut your gut and it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take 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 butt, wax that ass
a nut in your teeth, then wait 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 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, that's it is
(That's it is)
what it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's it is)