Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Pain

Exit the realest road, on the
It's my block homie, now you my way
Ignore her, like cars in the driveway
Walk inside, and let troubles fly away
Hmmm-hmmm-hmm, I feel your
I your pain, it's the house of pain
Welcome to the of pain, aaaaaaaaaah

Walking in that hallway where mom say, she get the wrong way
And all day, all you do is just about it all day
And all they, handle it in a calm way
She throws at him, while he tries to hop out of harm's way
And y'all say, that it ain't no place like
Which is true, cause is really like no place I've known
They can't see the is dark, even with the light bulbs on
But even when the good times die, goes on
Yeah look in the bathroom, look at girl throwing up
Naw she's not sick, but she's sick of life cause she knows it
her father's, not around to see her growing up
Her birthday's tomorrow, we know that bastard showing up
Look at him up, liquor in the kitchen
Daddy got problems, he treat like the prescription
He's broke and he blame mama, cause she fix him
Now the neighbors whisp'ring, bout how the became victims
But don't piss him off, cause you know that violent
You know he won't quit, throwing his fist till silent
911, can somebody please it
Lord please, you help me put a end to this riot

Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmmmm-hmm, I feel pain
I feel your pain-I your pain, welcome to the house of pain

Ro]
Open the door to my home, and see nobody man
And a that says, Welcome to Nobody Land
Now if you a look around, you will see it's so easy
To the pain, and my mother's heart bleeding
Trying to make ends meet, ain't no to help
But the bills she needs some love herself
Now she's screaming her son's name, Ro come home Thirty minutes passed, she realized Yung Ro gone
He deal with the stress, embedded in his brain
So he takes it physically, but me who's to blame
Was it the dope or mama fussing, his daddy was gone
A bad day, or was it just life
He's so stressed on the edge, and his palms are
Now the police trying to warn him, bout
But only God can me, so nigga fuck your jail
Cause when I'm dead, my can't bond me out of hell

(*talking*)
Dear Lord, the house of is yours
I cried, I complained
Cause it so much, I was confused
But then I realized, Im praisen you at my most
Is when I'm crying, I'm
Or when I'm struggling, you

When I'm struggling,
And I really know, what else to do
I need a little faith, I need praying
call on no one's help, but you
I know the Lord, gon feel my
And I trust that, you gon help me
Cause I know, you feel my
my paa-aaaain

Come inside his brother's in jail, he copes drugs in himself
And his mother is well, she's not being a mother hell
There's no dinner on the table, he it himself
With the that he sells, his old man does he need help
Naw-uh look in the room, there's no surviving
TV images of Hitler, Sadam and Bin
They feeding me them images, but I'm not buying
What them guys in the office saying, with the lying
Never ask for the drama, mash for a dolla
Trying to get a dolla, to buy for his daughter
But then he gotta hear his mama, and baby mama
Just cause he got a lot of money, he got nada
Never for the drama, just asked for a cama
After the line of zeros, and after the of
Of patience started buzzing, he blasted your
He caught a case, but he was chasing after a