Luyện nghe bài hát House And The Rising Sun

I the ill shit, ya know I kill shit
And then I shit, get off my dills nit
'Cause I 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 ya don't quit, I say you quit

'Cause I'm the prodigal son, ya get well
like a steak, gimme a break like Nel Carter
There's tarter on your teeth, ya got beef
then ya get broke, because my crew's no joke
The House Of is kickin' up dirt and if we're inside the jam
Ya know 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

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

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

Smooth Beretta, quicker than the Jedi
You're soft a feather, you little bed wetter
Baby, baby, I heard you the rabies
Bitin' on my shit, I to say hay bee
Son will be until tomorrow
I've got the right one, like Ray Charles
Follow, swallow, the pass the bottle
'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 minute
freak it, I'll funk it and like a country bumpkin
From Albuquerque who's gonna the turkey
Ready, serve, entertain Merv
Griffin, panties, I'm a prev

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

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 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

I rip flesh, yes y'all, run for the mess
And get grub while 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, kill it, cut your gut and it
Treat ya like a gas tank, your ass and fill it
And ya for a ride to where I reside
Put your face in my pillow, and ya weepin' like a willow
I tax that but, wax ass
Floss a nut in teeth, then wait for you to beef

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