Luyện nghe bài hát Top O' The Morning To Ya

She won't
Just you want it

Ya see, I'm Irish but I'm not a
You wanna fight 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 your broken
I ain't jokin', you can bet you'll be chokin'
On a full a nothin', meanwhile I'll be puffin'
On a fat blunt, run punk, you know the half

Tryin' to talk shit, man, please don't make me
These Irish eyes are smilin', I'm
The House of is pumpin', start jumpin'
Freak it, it, back seat junk it

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

We got the cake that you're 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, where you man, just like the tin man
You got no heart, here comes the part

I 'em, buck 'em, cut 'em up, and buck them down
No fuckin'
Home boy ya get like Krusty, trust 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 givin' us a man?)

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

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

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

Straight to hell, I and tell
So if a ho, all my friends 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 us a hassle man?)

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

I rip shit and back flip a Jedi
I with 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 ho-in'

And how do I know that funk?
I know she's broke cause yo, the T's
Like a Shetland pony, gettin' paid like
So never ever try to me out like a phony
I can get real thick like a bull with 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}