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

I go off my head, you I shave my shit
And you don't quit, I say you don't
I'm the prodigal son, ya get well done
Just 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 house of

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

'Cause I'm with the freak mo baby
I'm at my sexual peak, lady
Ain't cooler than my man Son Doolah
Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a

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

Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a
Everlast is my name, I'm the house of pain
You know that I never play the punk
I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul

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 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)

Smooth like Beretta, quicker 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

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

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

Ready, serve, entertain Merv
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a
The dooby funk fellow, smooth a jello
Some say mellow, complicated 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 that kid Alex Keaton

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 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)

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

I rip shit, kill it, cut gut and spill it
Treat ya like a gas tank, your ass and fill it
And take you for a ride to I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and you weepin' like a willow
I tax butt, wax that ass
Floss a nut in your teeth, then 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, 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)
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)