Luyện nghe bài hát Our House

Here's the story, of a boy.
Growin' up in a 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 a little girl,
two dudes watched,"
"Nuh-uh! They tryin' to frame him,
You have Two Pack Shaker,"
"No! That how you say his name, mum!
so lame,
Don't you anything?"
"Yeah!
I know you'll probably go,
and in a gang,"
"Yeah, right. Im out
Where's my walkman 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 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 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 said "I'm on the front porch 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 skip school.
But times,
I'd rather be home,
In my own alone,
BEAT my 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 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,
Mom's a 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,
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 teacher's always 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 an eye on your brother,
I'm to bingo."
"But, Mom. You said you broke."
"Who
You got your messed up,
that damn rap music."

(Chorus Out)