Luyện nghe bài hát Our House

Here's the story, of a boy.
Growin' up in a home,
to cope with everyday life,
Who lives in a house,
was built, in the middle of the street.

"Hey, Mom!
Tupac's on the box,
so what he two cops,
and a little girl,
two dudes watched,"
"Nuh-uh! were tryin' to frame him,
You wouldn't Two Pack Shaker,"
"No! ain't how you say his name, mum!
so lame,
Don't you anything?"
"Yeah!
I that you'll probably go,
and in a gang,"
"Yeah, right. Im out
Where's my fuckin' at?"
"Stop at me!"
"Shut up, bitch!"
"And quit black."
Well,
the door 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, please let me 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 on the front 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 went to 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 skip school.
But times,
I'd rather be home,
In my own alone,
BEAT my shit and would know,
My little sucked on a bottle,
he was six,
So I'd it inside 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',
when 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',
through 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 corner store,
with a 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 thing could ever happen to me,
I go to class,
and teacher's always laughin' at me,
And Mom says rappers are laughed at.
Not that,
She me upstairs,
I rap,
and I'm stupid,
I make 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 you were broke."
"Who
You got your messed up,
from damn rap music."

(Chorus Out)