Luyện nghe bài hát Top O' The Morning To Ya

She come
Just you want it

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

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

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

If you get with it, you'll wind up sweatin' it
Then you'll get a beatin' like an egg
It's so hard to run when got a broken leg
But we can a run off, the House of Pain'll come off

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

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

I pick 'em, 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down
No fuckin'
Home boy ya get clown like Krusty, me
You shouldn't 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,
Peace to the of Zulu and Islam
Crack the bottle, rev the
Put the gear in, now you're like Mario Andretti

So let me kick it, cause I can a wicked
like a cricket
Rubbin' his
My rhymes are like

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

Straight to hell, I and tell
So if you're a ho, all my know
What you gotta say, 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 ya doubt it? Now scream and shout it
The House of Pain soon reign
Over the hip hop scene and golden green

I rip shit and flip like a Jedi
I with the groove and I'm smooth and you can bet I
Come correct and get respect when I'm
Collectin' my dough, I got your ho-in'

And how do I know she's funk?
I know broke cause yo, the T's hung
Like a pony, gettin' paid like Sony
So never 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 to the House of Pain
He who the law goes back to the House of Pain}