Luyện nghe bài hát Our House

Here's the story, of a boy.
up in a suburban home,
Trying to with everyday life,
Who lives in a house,
That was built, in the of the street.

"Hey, Mom!
Tupac's on the box,
so he shot two cops,
and raped a girl,
two dudes watched,"
"Nuh-uh! They were tryin' to him,
You have Two Pack Shaker,"
"No! That how you say his name, mum!
so lame,
Don't you anything?"
"Yeah!
I know that 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,
It's warm in the house.
Fuck, I my jacket,
it was winter.
I'm thinner,
I'm hungry.
Is Mom dinner?
"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 breathin' too much air,
I'm wheezin',
"I did nothin',
I say "I'm leavin',"
I said "I'm goin' on the front to get somethin',""
(scissors cutting)
"Alright, here.
your damn 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,
Last 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 just school.
But times,
I'd just be home,
In my own alone,
BEAT my shit and nobody know,
My brother sucked on a bottle,
he was six,
So I'd it inside the couch,
And say "I don't where it is,"
But as soon as Mom 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, you're pay,"
Please, Mom, Please, Mom, Please, Mom,
I stay, (let me stay)

(Chorus 4x)

My incoherint,
Mom's a parent,
Who carin',
Starin' me,
I'm transparent,
it clear,
That I was there,
to run an errands,
her friends,
I was a son her last marriage,
me up to the little corner store,
with a note,
"Please, my step-son,
Some 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 thing could ever happen to me,
I go to class,
and every teacher's always at me,
And Mom white rappers 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 keep an eye on brother,
I'm to bingo."
"But, Mom. You you were broke."
"Who
You got your ears up,
from damn rap music."

(Chorus Out)