Luyện nghe bài hát Our House

Here's the story, of a boy.
up in a suburban home,
Trying to cope everyday life,
Who in a little house,
was built, in the middle of the street.

"Hey, Mom!
Tupac's on the box,
so he shot two cops,
and a little girl,
while two watched,"
"Nuh-uh! They were to frame him,
You wouldn't Two Pack Shaker,"
"No! That how you say his name, mum!
so lame,
Don't you anything?"
"Yeah!
I know you'll probably go,
and in a gang,"
"Yeah, right. Im out
my fuckin' walkman at?"
"Stop at me!"
"Shut up, bitch!"
"And quit black."
Well,
Slammed the and I'm out,
Now,
probably warm in the house.
Fuck, I my jacket,
it was winter.
I'm thinner,
I'm hungry.
Is Mom cookin'
"Mom!
Let me in!
I my coat.
Mom, on, I'm not playin',
cold!
Alright, sorry.
I a jacket,
Mom, look,
My tape,
I cracked it,
Ma, let me back in,
It is Two Shaker,
I just him."
I'm freezin', (achoo)
I'm sneezin',
I'm too much cold air,
I'm wheezin',
"I did nothin',
I say "I'm leavin',"
I said "I'm goin' on the porch to get somethin',""
(scissors cutting)
"Alright, here.
Take your coat and leave,"
"Finaly!,
Mom! You cut off the sleaves!"

(Chorus 4x)
Our house,
In the of the street.

One, two, three,
My two faced,
She to lower my school grades,
Since Tuesday,
I had a toothache,
kool-aid,
So Mom me out, (get out)
And, all i had in my suitcase,
Was one shoelace,
A sock,
and a of toothpaste,
Sometimes,
It was cool,
"cause I go to a friend's,
there,
Fool around and skip school.
But times,
I'd rather be home,
In my own alone,
BEAT my shit and nobody know,
My brother sucked on a bottle,
he was six,
So I'd hide it the couch,
And say "I don't know it is,"
But as as Mom found it,
I would be grounded,
or out the house,
a weeks,.
and countin',
Even I was underage,
Mom was cops,
I was to run away,
I her,
"Someday, bitch, gonna pay,"
Please, Mom, Please, Mom, Please, Mom,
I stay, (let me stay)

(Chorus 4x)

My incoherint,
a single parent,
Who carin',
Starin' me,
I'm transparent,
it clear,
That I was there,
to run an errands,
her friends,
I was a son from her marriage,
Sent me up to the little store,
a little note,
"Please, my step-son,
cigarettes so I can smoke,"
One time,
I to fake sick,
To get attention,
Back-fired,
Mom, me to school,
a vengence,
My life's the worst that could ever happen to me,
I go to class,
and every always laughin' at me,
And Mom says white are laughed at.
Not that,
She me upstairs,
I rap,
and I'm stupid,
I never an average,
of a B+,
I to sit on my ass and sue people,
she does,
One time, I got poison,
a hot dog,
Mom and got $2,000,
Ballpark,
"Hey, Ma. You got a dollar?"
"I think so.
Now an eye on your brother,
I'm to bingo."
"But, Mom. You said you broke."
"Who
You got your ears up,
that damn rap music."

(Chorus Out)