Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Pain

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

Walking in that hallway where mom say, she get treated the way
And all day, all you do is just about it all day
And all they, never handle it in a way
She throws stuff at him, while he to hop out of harm's way
And y'all say, that it no place like home
Which is true, cause home is really no place I've known
They can't see the is dark, even with the light bulbs on
But even when the good die, life goes on
Yeah look in the bathroom, look at girl throwing up
Naw she's not sick, but she's of life cause she knows it sucks
her father's, not around to see her growing up
Her birthday's tomorrow, we know bastard ain't showing up
at him po'ing up, liquor in the kitchen
Daddy got problems, he treat liquor the prescription
broke and he blame mama, cause she can't fix him
Now the neighbors whisp'ring, bout how the family became
But don't him off, cause you know that he's violent
You know he won't quit, throwing his till she's silent
911, can please dial it
Lord please, could you me put a end to this riot

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

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

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

When I'm struggling,
And I don't know, what else to do
I just need a faith, I need praying
Can't on no one's help, but you
I know the Lord, gon my pain
And I trust that, you gon me through
Cause I know, you my pain
my paa-aaaain

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