Luyện nghe bài hát Our House

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

"Hey, Mom!
Tupac's on the box,
so what he two cops,
and a little girl,
while two watched,"
"Nuh-uh! They were tryin' to him,
You wouldn't have Two Shaker,"
"No! ain't how you say his name, mum!
so lame,
Don't you anything?"
"Yeah!
I know that you'll go,
and in a gang,"
"Yeah, right. Im out
Where's my fuckin' at?"
"Stop at me!"
"Shut up, bitch!"
"And talking 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 just 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 "I'm goin' 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 lower my 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 just school.
But times,
I'd just 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 know it is,"
But as soon as Mom 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',
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,
a little note,
"Please, my step-son,
cigarettes so I can smoke,"
One time,
I tried to 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 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 you were broke."
"Who
You got your messed up,
from damn rap music."

(Chorus Out)