Luyện nghe bài hát Our House

Here's the story, of a boy.
up in a suburban home,
Trying to with everyday life,
Who lives in a house,
That was built, in the of the street.

"Hey, Mom!
on the juke box,
so what he two cops,
and raped a girl,
while two watched,"
"Nuh-uh! They were tryin' to him,
You have Two Pack Shaker,"
"No! ain't 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 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 asked 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.
Take your damn 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 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 rather be home,
In my own alone,
my shit and nobody would know,
My little sucked on a bottle,
he was six,
So I'd hide it the couch,
And say "I know where it is,"
But as soon as Mom it,
I either be grounded,
or out the house,
a weeks,.
and countin',
when 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,
me up to the little corner store,
with a note,
"Please, my step-son,
Some so I can smoke,"
One time,
I tried to 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 laughin' at me,
And Mom says rappers are laughed at.
Not that,
She me upstairs,
I rap,
and I'm stupid,
I make 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 your ears up,
that damn rap music."

(Chorus Out)