Luyện nghe bài hát Our House

Here's the story, of a boy.
up in a suburban 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 what he two cops,
and raped a girl,
while two watched,"
"Nuh-uh! were 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 that 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,
It's probably 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 cracked it,
Ma, let me back in,
It is Two Shaker,
I just him."
I'm freezin', (achoo)
I'm sneezin',
I'm too much cold air,
I'm wheezin',
"I did nothin',
I say "I'm leavin',"
I "I'm goin' 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 around and skip school.
But times,
I'd just be home,
In my own alone,
BEAT my shit and would know,
My little brother 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 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',
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 little store,
a little 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 life's the worst thing that could ever to me,
I go to class,
and every teacher's always at me,
And Mom white 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 don't so.
Now an eye on your brother,
I'm to bingo."
"But, Mom. You you were broke."
"Who
You got ears messed up,
from damn rap music."

(Chorus Out)