Luyện nghe bài hát House And The Rising Sun

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

'Cause I'm the son, ya get well done
Just like a steak, gimme 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 if we're inside the jam
Ya know we're liftin' up skirts, on the snatch
Feelin' on the skin, I'm on your door 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
Don't ya fuck around, smack your knuckles with a ruler
Just like a nun from a school
make ya drool, and play the fool
Snatch ya by the ears, smack ya up like a
Take a puff off my blunt and then sip my
Kick the style, leave bodies in a pile
is my name, I'm from the House Of Pain
You that I never play the punk role
I'm a white Irish man with a funk soul

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

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

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

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

what 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

what 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

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

I rip shit, kill it, cut your gut and it
Treat ya like a gas tank, take ass and fill 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
Floss a nut in your teeth, wait for you to beef

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