Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Housin'

Cooling on the scene a horse in a stable
A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat
I stepped back, like it wasn't no
him in the jaw with the fat gold ring
I had an ace in the hole it came to that
(Yo P you was packing?) You I'm strapped
kept rolling it was hard to get with em
So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee
They kept coming, like I figured
So I stepped back, and spraying niggas

What a way to go out, out a sucker
But I'm on track, a Long Island train
That can head your mission, who be dissing
Always on my jock like a snake hissing
Grabbing and tapping me Luther Vandross
Take me to the bar for the and make a toast
Giving best wishes to the MC
The E the

I'm housing

Cooling at a party, no better yet
Head mellow from a bottle of Cisco

To crush and fry a sucker MC Crisco
Every I get, I try to kill
That's one less new jack, who tried to act ill
I keep the place jumping til the party's
Whether it's disco, hardcore, or rhythm and
Take off coat, won't you stay a while
Check out the voice that is and mild
It's like Wheel of Fortune, go on for big
Come cold the party, and leave wit ya honey

the cue, check one two
Don't try to off on me, because you doo-doo
Treating me the E Doubl-E, a stepchild
let me tell you homeboy you're living foul
MC's, you who you are
(On the bandwagon) Why P? (Cause you a star)
This is the year that when the joker's are
When a fag hack it and try to bite the style
I get hip to the scheme, before it
If it gets wild, then I start
But for now, since calm
Relate to the matter as I drop the
As I proceed to rock, the girls are
Some act hard but the rest are jocking

I'm housing

I come on strong, a bodybuilder
Cast a spell upon a sucker, like Matilda
Deliver a rhyme like Federal
My not to dis, but impress
For the ladies and gents, the money was
To see the (yes the main event)
In concert, not worried bout oos n (because we do work)
To make your jerk
(To make your girl want to leave her man and to flirt
With the P) Double-E MD E'n
I'm not skeezing, but
All party goers, also behind
Who like the not, slow flow of rhymes that form in my dome
Out the mouth, to the

Because I'm