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,
was built, in the middle of the street.

"Hey, Mom!
Tupac's on the box,
so he shot two cops,
and a little girl,
two dudes watched,"
"Nuh-uh! They were to frame him,
You wouldn't 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
Where's my fuckin' at?"
"Stop at me!"
"Shut up, bitch!"
"And talking black."
Well,
the door 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 just it,
Ma, please let me in,
It is Two Shaker,
I asked 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 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,
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 skip school.
But times,
I'd rather be home,
In my own alone,
my shit 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 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, 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 tried to sick,
To get attention,
Back-fired,
Mom, me to school,
a vengence,
My the worst thing that could ever 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 think so.
Now keep an eye on brother,
I'm to bingo."
"But, Mom. You said you broke."
"Who
You got your messed up,
from that rap music."

(Chorus Out)