Luyện nghe bài hát Our House

Here's the story, of a boy.
up in a suburban home,
Trying to cope with 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 raped a girl,
two dudes watched,"
"Nuh-uh! They were tryin' to him,
You wouldn't have Two 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 talking black."
Well,
the door and I'm out,
Now,
It's probably 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, please let me in,
It is Two Shaker,
I asked 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 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 just school.
But times,
I'd just be home,
In my own alone,
BEAT my and nobody would know,
My brother 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',
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',
through 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,
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 that could happen to me,
I go to class,
and every always laughin' at me,
And Mom says 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 don't so.
Now an eye on your brother,
I'm to bingo."
"But, Mom. You you were broke."
"Who
You got ears messed up,
from that rap music."

(Chorus Out)