Luyện nghe bài hát La Luna

Yo, yo, I a car
I have to go to the
I'm gonna be
I need one now
Can we please call La

Hello, you've La Luna Luxury Car Unlimited Services
If you need a ride to the call 1-800-80-80 airport
Please

Yo, what is that, huh?
Oh, that is funky, what is
Yo, what beat is
It's the phone
Could rhyme on
Oh, yeah, hahaha, yeah

Came out the pussy Timbs
Oh, my lord, him
to put the toys back in the bin
'Cause I'm sick of this
Motherfucker sweeter a licorice stick (okay)
And it's rubbing me the way to say the least
I'ma my peace
And I'ma breeze in the caprice with the seats
Bumpin' on a slow creep
On Collins Ave stoned, man, you know me
shooter with the blonde hair
Street character
around and suplex 'em through the salad bar
My life is greenlit, no
And we all know money be the motive for this whole shit
Bitch, I'm focused none other than number one Don Dada
Drop-top, jokes on the youngster, now at him
slim in the red '89 Testarossa with the wing
Mind

A representative will be with you shortly
Did you we can get to you in just seven minutes?
minutes
Call

Your shit quality
I'm sittin' behind my chick makin' pottery
My joint was like an odyssey, ah
The second straight raw like the shaman's feet
the stairs to the sun
Sacrificed myself for of my only son
Keep the bloodline strong I watch close
To another years, here's a toast
Champagne down the beard hair
Supermodel while I steer the long pink Fleetwood
a big fat blunt so you know I'm gonna sleep good
Now

Uh
Rock-a-bye baby,
baby, aha