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
'Cause I don't play that, my style goes way
I kick my shit one time, dude, 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 prodigal son, ya get well
Just a steak, gimme a break

Like Nel
There's on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The house of

Is kickin' up and therefore inside the jam
Ya know liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your
let me in

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

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

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

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)
That's it is y'all, that's what it is
(That's it is)

Smooth like Beretta, than the Jeda
soft 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 rockin' tomorrow
'Cause got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky 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 at this minute
I'll freak it, I'll funk it and like a bumpkin
From Albuquerque, who's gonna the turkey?

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

The freakin' who's speakin', freaks it weekend
'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

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)
That's what it is y'all, that's it is
(That's it is)

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess
And get grub while I'm rhymin' on your dub
Gettin' at the club, then I step to the pub
And crack a brew, 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
a nut in your teeth, then wait for you to beef

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 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 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)
That's what it is y'all, what it is
(That's it is)