Luyện nghe bài hát Top O' The Morning To Ya

She won't
when you want it

Ya see, I'm but I'm not a leprechaun
You wanna fight then up and we'll get it on
You gotta to the grill, I'm white and I ill
A of Dublin with Titanic skill

I ducked and I swing, next your jaw's broken
Punk I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be
On a fist a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin'
On a fat blunt, run punk, you don't know the

Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't me laugh
These Irish are smilin', I'm buckwildin'
The House of Pain is pumpin', start
Freak it, funk it, back junk it

If you can't get it, you'll wind up sweatin' it
Then you'll get a beatin' like an egg
so hard to run when you've got a broken leg
But we can a run off, the House of Pain'll come off

We got the cake you're tryin' to get a crumb off
The Irish stylee, the jazz
No one has it, just us it
If you try to take it, I got a big

I don't have dreads 'cause I my head daily
You call me a skinhead, I you a pin head
Yo, you been man, just like the tin man
You got no heart, here comes the part

I pick 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them
No fuckin'
Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, me
You play and by the way

Top o' the to ya
(What's the man?)
Top o' the to ya
(What's the man?)
Top o' the to ya
(What's the man?)
Top o' the to ya
(Hey, are you us a hassle man?)

Greetin's,
to the nations of Zulu and Islam
Crack the bottle, rev the
Put the gear in, now you're steerin' like Andretti

So let me kick it, I can make a wicked
Noise like a
Rubbin' his
My rhymes are eggs

I'll keep 'em, I'll keep sayin' 'em
This is the House of Pain, we're far plain
But we're not fancy, Ron and
So say no but I say go

Straight to hell, I and tell
So if you're a ho, all my know
What you say, let's hit the hay
And no delay, and yo by the way

Top o' the to ya
(What's the man?)
Top o' the to ya
(What's the man?)
Top o' the to ya
(What's the man?)
Top o' the to ya
(Hey, are you givin' us a man?)

extra, read all about it
How could ya it? Now scream and shout it
The House of soon will reign
Over the hip hop scene and like golden

I rip shit and back like a Jedi
I roll the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I
Come correct and get respect I'm flowin'
Collectin' my dough, I got your girlfriend

And how do I know that funk?
I she's broke cause yo, the T's hung
Like a Shetland pony, gettin' paid like
So ever try to play me out like a phony
'Cause I can get real thick like a bull Mark Toneil

And by the way, top o' the to ya
(What's the man?)
Top o' the to ya
(What's the man?)
Top o' the to ya
(What's the man?)
Top o' the to ya
(Hey, are you givin' us a man?)

{He who breaks the law goes back to the of Pain
He who breaks the law goes back to the House of