Luyện nghe bài hát Our House

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

"Hey, Mom!
Tupac's on the box,
so he shot two cops,
and raped a girl,
while two watched,"
"Nuh-uh! They were to frame him,
You have Two Pack Shaker,"
"No! ain't 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 talking 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 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 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 damn 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 lower my 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 nobody know,
My little sucked on a bottle,
he was six,
So I'd hide it the couch,
And say "I don't where it is,"
But as as Mom found it,
I either 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, 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 her last 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 thing that could ever happen to me,
I go to class,
and every always laughin' 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 said you broke."
"Who
You got ears messed up,
that damn rap music."

(Chorus Out)