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 kick my 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 son, ya get well done
Just a steak, gimme a break like Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, ya got beef
Well then ya get broke, because my crew's no
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 door honey let me in
'Cause I'm down with the mo baby
I'm at my peak, young lady

nobody cooler than my man Son Doobie
Don't ya fuck around, I'll smack your knuckles a ruler
Just like a nun from a school
I'll ya drool, and play the fool
Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a
Take a puff off my and then sip my beer
Kick the style, leave bodies in a pile
is my name, I'm from the House Of Pain
You know that I never the punk role
I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul

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, what it is

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

Smooth like Beretta, than the Jedi
You're soft a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you caught the
on my shit, I have to say hay bee
Son will be until tomorrow
'Cause got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the funky pass the
'Cause I get recked if I crashed my auto

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

The funk fellow, smooth like a jello
say mellow, complicated like a dello
The freakin' who's speakin' it every weekend
'Cause I'll be trick or treatin' I to drive a Lincoln
Drivin', speedin', hey Rid, I'm
I make more than that kid Alex Keaton

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

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

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

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

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

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

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