Luyện nghe bài hát La Luna

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

Hello, reached La Luna Luxury Car Unlimited Services
If you need a ride to the airport 1-800-80-80 airport
hold

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

out the pussy wearing Timbs
Oh, my lord, him
to put the toys back in the bin
'Cause I'm of this shit
Motherfucker sweeter than a stick (okay)
And rubbing me the wrong way to say the least
I'ma my peace
And I'ma breeze in the with the gold seats
Bumpin' Boosie on a creep
On Ave looking stoned, man, you know me
Asian shooter the blonde hair
Street character
Fuck 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 like none other than number one Don Dada
Drop-top, jokes on the youngster, now at him
Looking slim in the red '89 Testarossa the wing
blown

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Your shit lack
I'm sittin' right behind my chick pottery
My first joint was an odyssey, ah
The second joint straight raw the shaman's feet
Climbed the to the sun
Sacrificed for protection of my only son
Keep the bloodline while I watch close
To thousand years, here's a toast
drippin' down the beard hair
Supermodel sucking while I steer the pink Fleetwood
Roll a big fat blunt so you know I'm gonna good
Now

Uh
baby, yeah
baby, aha