Luyện nghe bài hát House And The Rising Sun

I rock the ill shit, ya know I kill
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 my shit
And ya don't quit, I say you don't

'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get done
Just like a steak, a break like Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, my crew's no joke
The House Of Pain is up dirt and if we're inside the jam
Ya we're liftin' up skirts, grabbin' on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm knockin' on your honey let me in
'Cause I'm down the freak mo baby
I'm at my peak, young lady

nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie
Don't ya around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler
Just like a nun from a school
I'll make ya drool, and play the
Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a
a puff 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 that I play the punk role
'Cause I'm a Irish man with a funk soul

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

That's what it is
what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is
That's what it is, what it is

Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the
You're soft like a feather, you bed wetter
Baby, baby, I you caught the rabies
on my shit, I have to say hay bee
Son be rockin' until 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

I'll play it, win it, I've done it, I did it
Some say I'm but right at this minute
I'll freak it, I'll it and like a country bumpkin
From Albuquerque who's gonna the turkey
Ready, serve, entertain like
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a

The Dooby funk fellow, smooth like a
Some say mellow, like a dello
The freakin' who's freaks it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin' I to drive 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
what it is, that's what 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 it is, that's what it is

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

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

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

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

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