Luyện nghe bài hát House And The Rising Sun

I the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And I build shit, get off my dills nit
'Cause I don't play that, my style way back
I my shit one time, dude, fuck the playback
I go off my head, you I shave my shit
And ya don't quit, I say you quit

'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get done
Just like a steak, gimme a break Nel Carter
tarter on your teeth, homeboy ya got beef
Well ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The House Of Pain is kickin' up dirt and if we're 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 with the freak mo
I'm at my sexual peak, lady

Ain't nobody cooler my man Son Doobie
ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles with a ruler
Just a nun from a catholic school
I'll make ya drool, and the fool
Snatch ya by the ears, ya up like a queer
Take a puff off my blunt and sip my beer
Kick the mean style, leave in a pile
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 it is y'all
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
what it is, that's what it is
That's what it is
That's it is, that's what it is

Smooth like Beretta, quicker than the
You're soft like a feather, you little bed
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the
on my shit, I have to say hay bee
Son will be until tomorrow
'Cause I've got the right one, like Ray
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 at this minute
I'll it, I'll funk it and like a country bumpkin
From Albuquerque gonna carve the turkey
Ready, serve, like Merv
Griffin, sniffin' panties, I'm a

The Dooby funk fellow, smooth a jello
Some say mellow, complicated like a
The who's speakin' freaks it every weekend
I'll 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
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 what it is
That's what it is, that's it is
That's what it is
That's what it is, that's it is

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

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

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

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

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