Luyện nghe bài hát Our House

[Hook 1:
I wanna be the best who did it
Don't know if that goal is feasible, or it
But if it is then God, if listenin'
give me the strength to crush all competition
You blame me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
And if I'm coming off please forgive me
But, that's all I
1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I just be the illest MC (That's all I want)
The same time as real as can be
Mayhem, sickness, murder,
These are the kind of words that my aura
G Rap, Ras Kass,
Redman I am cut from that
Write a rhyme about me, you a man
J, I'm Bad video
Learn the routine and perform it for my father's friends
While they smoked and
Symphony, D.O.C. me to write what
Would put me on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you our history but hats off
we rap this Jack Frost we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the cadence
Thank God for the tables
I'm to be the sickest n*gga, dead or alive
And if I happen to fall short, it's been one of a ride
1 and 2, looking up at the sky at the sun
Up the day the sun is you
You listening to hip-hop, you in house
Wayne's house, house
house, Our House
[Hook 2: Grey]
So welcome, to our
no one, comes back out
You find, comfort
In here, in here, in
[Verse 2: Joell
When I was a boy I wanted to be a rapper
Wanted to be on the radio and snapping after
And so I my pen and pad and scribbled chitter chatter
It off whack
But in the words of a ten old, my sh*t was getting phatter
I hit the studio at 16, ill
Not knowing how the booth feel, what's ADAT's and two inch reel
How you What's a punch? I ain't a boxer
But I sure learned the ropes, look D and Mike you made a monster
Now a game of Contra, I got 99 men
An infinite of rounds inside this mighty fine pen
This is my dream, don't f*ck it, I'm telling you
Cause anyone can get dusted as long as production is
I'm disgusted as a fan, look how n*ggas sounding,
head, ya'll suck bad, f*ck swag and your kicks from South Japan
I'm finna to be the best in this
I've been invested all my life, so wipe your before you step in
Our
[Hook 1:
I be the best who ever did it
know if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is God, if you're listenin'
Please me the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a
And if I'm off brash please forgive me
But, that's all I
[Hook 2: Grey]
So welcome, to our
no one, comes back out
You find, comfort
In here, in here, in
Joe Budden]
I wanna be the illest MC (That's all I want)
The same being as real as can be
[Verse 3: I]
Yo, in my house, the out
No in the facilities
my life's 'bout, to wipe out
These feelings I'm feeling be me
I the mic out, can't strike out
Cause if winning is my enemy
I a nine out, blow my mind out
Is the end of me serenity?
Man in my house, rap or die
Get a of that apple pie
Life is a Pharcyde song, and that just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock
Get my moms out the projects, with concepts, competition can't digest
And then I stress the road is rough
I start like sh*t's sour
The electricity in my will power, could still power, the towers
For ten hours so send
The message Crooked I
Royce Da 5, Joe Budden, Em
[Verse 4:
In our, house we spit like Sig
The way I now I could spit for six hours
Straight, only way to be is to dig down,
If you can this sound in
Side my head sounds like a drive-by
That's the inside of my mind's like
back on, my career even, hindsights, tunnel vision, 5 mics
Never wanted that so bad well I go mad
with a notepad
Go Taz, on these ho bags
That bother me, but I never show that
Just act like it ever does
Even though you know that there never come
A day someone blows past you, was
who's as dope as you ever was
And you that's, true cause the competitor in you
Couldn't let someone be than you
And you that, so you don't ever hold back
What you gonna go back, to working a regular
that, I'm gonna go hard grab on my, gonads
Tell f*ck theyselves
They call me a wigger Renee Zell
But I raised hell a stay-at-home dad
Rap is the only thing I was ever really, bad to the bone at
Guess I'm to, gangrene when I'm, angry then I'm
Hulk Smash, so much but no compassion
If are the windows to the soul
Then it's, broken glass and no trespassing
Alright now we go
Dre stamped me now I'm stamping
Be ready for the competitive
Clique in the world it's like Clash Of The
I the cracker it's time to set it again
And when it's said and it's all
None shall ever with this squadron
So on in, at your own risk
is (our house) B*tch!
[Hook 2: Grey]
So welcome, to our
Where no one, comes out
You find, comfort
In here, in here, in