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 he shot two cops,
and raped a girl,
two dudes watched,"
"Nuh-uh! were tryin' 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 you'll 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,
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 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 on the front porch to get somethin',""
(scissors cutting)
"Alright, here.
Take 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 to lower 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 and just skip school.
But times,
I'd just be home,
In my own alone,
my shit and nobody would 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 soon as Mom it,
I either 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,
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,
me up to the little 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 the worst thing that could ever happen to me,
I go to class,
and teacher's always laughin' at me,
And Mom says white 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 keep an eye on brother,
I'm to bingo."
"But, Mom. You you were broke."
"Who
You got your ears up,
from damn rap music."

(Chorus Out)