Luyện nghe bài hát House and the Rising Son

I rock the ill shit, you know I shit
And then I build shit, get off my 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 know I shave my
And you quit, I say you don't quit
'Cause I'm the son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, a break

Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got
Well then ya get broke, my crew's no joke
The of pain

Is kickin' up dirt and inside the jam
Ya know 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 freak mo
I'm at my sexual peak, young
Ain't cooler than my man Son Doolah
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
you by the ears, smack you up like a queer
Take a off my blunt, and then sip my beer

Kick the mean style, leave bodies in a
Everlast is my name, I'm the house of pain
You know that I play the punk role
'Cause I'm a white man with a funk soul

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

Smooth like Beretta, than the Jeda
You're 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' tomorrow
I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the
'Cause I get recked like if I crashed my

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 country
From Albuquerque, gonna carve the turkey?

Ready, serve, like Merv
Griffin, panties, I'm a perv
The dooby funk fellow, like a jello
Some say mellow, complicated a dello

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

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

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the hall
And get your grub while I'm 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 your ass and it
And take you for a to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and have you 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, 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 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 what it is y'all, what it is
(That's it is)