Luyện nghe bài hát Our House

[Hook 1:
I wanna be the who ever did it
Don't know if goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is then God, if listenin'
Please me the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a
And if I'm coming off please forgive me
But, all I want
1: Royce Da 5'9"]
I wanna 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 describe my aura
G Rap, Ras Kass,
I am cut from that cloth
Write a rhyme about me, you a man
Cool J, I'm Bad
Learn the whole routine and perform it for my friends
While they and drank
Symphony, D.O.C. me to write what
Would put me on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our but hats off
When we rap this Frost we outline the track chalk
God for the one-two cadence
Thank God for the lunchroom
I'm trying to be the sickest n*gga, dead or
And if I happen to fall short, it's one hell of a ride
Chronic 1 and 2, 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
Em's house, Our
[Hook 2: Skylar
So welcome, to our
no one, comes back out
You won't find,
In here, in here, in
[Verse 2: Ortiz]
When I was a little boy I wanted to be a
Wanted to be on the radio and pictures after
And so I my pen and pad and scribbled chitter chatter
It started off
But in the words of a ten old, my sh*t was getting phatter
I hit the at 16, stupid ill
Not how the booth would feel, what's ADAT's and two inch reel
How you ad-lib? a punch? I ain't a boxer
But I sure enough learned the ropes, look D and you made a monster
Now everyday's a of Contra, I got 99 men
An infinite amount of rounds 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 as a fan, look how n*ggas sounding, damn
Weak head, ya'll bad, f*ck swag and your kicks from South Japan
I'm finna to be the best in profession
been invested all my life, so wipe your feet before you step in
Our
1: Eminem]
I be the best who ever did it
Don't if that goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is God, if you're listenin'
Please give me the to crush all competition
You can't me for dreaming, I'm a dreamer
And if I'm coming off please forgive me
But, that's all I
[Hook 2: Grey]
So welcome, to our
Where no one, comes out
You won't find,
In here, in here, in
Joe Budden]
I just wanna be the MC (That's all I want)
The same time being as as can be
3: Crooked I]
Yo, in my house, the out
No utilities in the
my life's 'bout, to wipe out
These feelings I'm feeling be me
I the mic out, can't strike out
if winning is really my enemy
I pull a nine out, blow my out
Is the end of me serenity?
Man in my house, rap or die
Get a piece of that pie
Life is a song, and that b*tch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I clock checks
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts, competition digest
And I stress cause the road is rough
I start like sh*t's sour
The electricity in my will power, could still power, the towers
For ten so send cowards
The message from I
Da 5, Joe Budden, Em Yaowa
[Verse 4:
In our, house we like Sig Sauers
The way I feel now I spit for six hours
Straight, only way to be is to dig down,
If you can hear sound in
Side my head sounds a f*cking drive-by
That's the inside of my mind's like
Looking on, my career even, hindsights, tunnel vision, 5 mics
Never wanted that so bad well I go mad
Nomad with a
Go Taz, on these ho bags
That bother me, but I never show that
Just act like it ever does
though you know that there will never come
A day blows past you, never was
Someone who's as 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 go back, to working a regular job?
F*ck that, I'm gonna go hard on my, gonads
Tell them f*ck
They call me a wigger like Zell
But I raised like a stay-at-home dad
Rap is the only thing I was ever really, bad to the bone at
Guess I'm similar to, gangrene I'm, angry then I'm
Hulk Smash, so much passion but no
If eyes are the to the soul
it's, broken glass and there's no trespassing
Alright now we go
Dre stamped me now I'm Yelawolf
Be for the most 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 and it's all done
shall ever f*ck with this squadron
So come on in, at your own
is (our house) B*tch!
[Hook 2: Grey]
So welcome, to our
Where no one, back out
You won't find,
In here, in here, in