Luyện nghe bài hát In the House

Check it out, me my 'spect
Check it out, me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my
it out, give me my 'spect

Hit the lights and I appear the stratosphere of Meccable function
And if you're pretty let your sleep in Carmel City
Begin and end the day on hunts for beach fronts
To lit blunts, now all agreed we're OJ with the Dom P

Bounce and bring it like it counts to be
CL is sextified and women me nationwide
You say you want my lips where and I can grab what?
I love your hips legs breasts with the firm butt

Now feel the muscle when I hustle in the
'Cause my manly treats can hit the fridge for more
Splash, and let me do my thing 'til hot and sweaty
Reload the CamCorder, I guess by you'll be ready

'Cause all my children got one to live
But wifey out the box is clearly a negative
I'm in rugged wears fancy facial wears
And all the real shit come in pairs, and bounce 'em in the house

Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the
Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

Back again, I'm here to win, to bust rhymes on beats
and rug rats, sit back and watch a champion
It's time to wreck shop and show the I'm true to hip-hop
So check the style and to niggaz in the penile

Now umm, it's the original funky chicken
I run game on your for the fame 'cause I'm active
You try to in my footsteps, you can't do it
I'm pullin' your card it ain't hard, I have to prove it

It's Pete Rock and CL Smooth to the
From coast to coast, the music makes you
You fiend, for the gangsta lean, I you scream
Bro Soul on the scene

A.K.A. the funk doer, numero uno, means
Number one I get the job plus I pack a gun
So run, and tell your peoples you'll be on the
It's all about "Who's in the House?" With the

Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the

Money up the new era of my lyrical terror
Funkadelic for lightin' up spots ever little tots
the dust settle I'm packin' heavy metal plenty
The drop'll slaughter many, off illegal entry

It's Watson, I drive a Benz not a Datsun
Before my kicks hit the stage, we've been Foot
Body rockin' to keep the ladies flockin' with a
Rippin' your for no less than arrest in Morehouse

My teeth where my knife slits, we train 'em
And 'em like pits, off vibes of the Mecca joint
Vibe to position, runnin' out of ammunition
Now to the heart, I'm with a concealed weapon

Nothing's when the bomb blaze you know the phrase
It's Rock and CL Smooth knockin' nowadays
East side kid, you want none, so catch a relay
I'm lettin' off on tryin' to steal my DJ

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the
Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the

Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the
Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

Check it out, give me my
it out, give me my 'spect
Check it out, me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my

Check it out, give me my
Check it out, give me my
Check it out, me my 'spect
Check it out, give me my

Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the
Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the
Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the

Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the
Pete Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the
Rock, is in the house, CL, is in the house