Luyện nghe bài hát House Of Pain

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

Walking in that hallway where mom say, she get treated the way
And all day, all you do is just argue it all day
And all they, handle it in a calm way
She throws stuff at him, while he tries to hop out of way
And y'all say, that it ain't no place home
Which is true, cause home is really like no I've known
They can't see the light is dark, even with the bulbs on
But when the good times die, life goes on
Yeah look in the bathroom, look at this 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 that bastard ain't up
at him po'ing up, liquor in the kitchen
Daddy got problems, he treat liquor like the
He's broke and he blame mama, she can't fix him
Now the neighbors whisp'ring, bout how the became victims
But don't piss him off, cause you know he's violent
You know he won't quit, throwing his fist till silent
911, can please dial it
Lord please, could you help me put a end to riot

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

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

(*talking*)
Dear Lord, the house of is yours
I cried, I complained
Cause it so much, I was confused
But then I realized, when Im you at my most
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 a little faith, I need praying
Can't call on no 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 putting drugs in
And his mother is well, she's not being a mother cause
There's no on the table, he does it himself
With the drugs that he sells, his old man does he need
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 guys in the office saying, quit with the lying
ask for the drama, just mash for a dolla
Trying to get a dolla, to buy pampers for his
But then he hear his mama, and baby mama holla
Just cause he ain't got a lot of money, he got
Never asked for the drama, just for a cama
After the of zeros, and after the time of
Of patience started buzzing, he your honor
He caught a case, but he was after a dolla