Luyện nghe bài hát House and the Rising Son

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

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

Like Nel
There's tarter on your teeth, ya got beef
Well ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The of pain

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

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

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

Kick the mean style, leave in a pile
Everlast is my name, I'm from the house of
You know that I never play the punk
'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, 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)

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

Son'll be until tomorrow
'Cause I've got the one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the
'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 right at this
I'll freak it, I'll funk it and like a bumpkin
From Albuquerque, 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 be trick or treatin', I used to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey Rid, I'm
I more money than that kid Alex Keaton

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)

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess
And get your grub while I'm on your 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 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
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 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 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 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)