Luyện nghe bài hát Our House

[Hook 1:
I be the best who ever did it
Don't know if goal is feasible, or it isn't
But if it is God, if you're listenin'
give me the strength to crush all competition
You can't blame me for dreaming, I'm a
And if I'm coming off brash please me
But, all I want
[Verse 1: Da 5'9"]
I wanna be the illest MC (That's all I want)
The same time being as as can be
Mayhem, sickness, murder,
These are the kind of words that my aura
G Rap, Ras Kass,
I am cut from that cloth
Write a rhyme me, you a dead man
Cool J, I'm Bad
Learn the whole routine and it for my father's friends
While smoked and drank
Symphony, D.O.C. inspired me to write
Would put me on airplanes like B.o.B
Canibus, Wu-Tang, you know our history but off
When we rap this Jack we outline the track chalk
Thank God for the one-two
Thank God for the lunchroom
I'm to be the sickest n*gga, dead or alive
And if I to fall short, it's been one hell of a ride
1 and 2, looking up at the sky at the sun
Up the day the sun is you
You to hip-hop, you in Jay's house
house, Nas' house
Em's house, Our
2: Skylar 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 little boy I wanted to be a
Wanted to be on the radio and pictures after
And so I grabbed my pen and pad and chitter chatter
It off whack
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? What's a I ain't a boxer
But I sure enough learned the ropes, look D and Mike you a monster
Now everyday's a of Contra, I got 99 men
An infinite amount of rounds inside this mighty pen
This is my dream, don't f*ck it, I'm telling you
Cause anyone can get dusted as as production is available
I'm as a fan, look how n*ggas sounding, damn
Weak head, ya'll suck bad, f*ck swag and your 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 know if that goal is feasible, or it
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 brash please me
But, that's all I
[Hook 2: Grey]
So welcome, to our
no one, comes back out
You won't find,
In here, in here, in
[Interlude: Joe
I just wanna be the MC (That's all I want)
The same being as real as can be
[Verse 3: I]
Yo, in my house, the out
No utilities in the
my life's 'bout, to wipe out
These I'm feeling be killing me
I the mic out, can't strike out
Cause if winning is really my
I pull a nine out, blow my 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 b*tch just passes by
So I, got lyrically complex, that way I could clock
Get my moms out the projects, with these concepts, competition digest
And then I stress cause the is rough
I start feeling like sour
The in my will power, could still power, the twin towers
For ten hours so send
The from Crooked I
Royce Da 5, Joe Budden, Em
4: Eminem]
In our, we spit like Sig Sauers
The way I now I could spit for six hours
Straight, only way to be is to dig down,
If you can hear sound in
Side my sounds like a f*cking drive-by
what the inside of my mind's like
Looking back on, my career even, hindsights, vision, 5 mics
Never wanted so bad well I got-ta go mad
Nomad a notepad
Go Taz, spaz on these ho
That bother me, but I never show that
Just don't act like it ever
Even though you know there will never come
A day someone blows past you, was
who's as dope as you ever was
And you hope that's, true cause the in you
let someone be better than you
And you know that, so you don't hold back
you gonna go back, to working a regular job?
F*ck that, I'm go hard grab on my, gonads
Tell them theyselves
call me a wigger like Renee Zell
But I raised hell a stay-at-home dad
Rap is the only thing that I was really, bad to the bone at
I'm similar to, gangrene when I'm, angry then I'm
Hulk Smash, so much but no compassion
If eyes are the windows to the
Then it's, glass and there's no trespassing
now here we go
Dre me now I'm stamping Yelawolf
Be for the most competitive
Clique in the world it's like Clash Of The
I released the cracker time to set it again
And when it's said and it's all
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, comes out
You won't find,
In here, in here, in