Luyện nghe bài hát La Luna

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

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Yo, what is that, huh?
Oh, is funky, what is that?
Yo, what beat is
It's from the
Could on this
Oh, hell yeah, hahaha,

out the pussy wearing Timbs
Oh, my lord, him
Time to put the back in the bin
'Cause I'm sick of this
Motherfucker sweeter a licorice stick (okay)
And rubbing me the wrong way to say the least
I'ma my peace
And I'ma in the caprice with the gold seats
Boosie on a slow creep
On Ave looking stoned, man, you know me
Asian shooter with the hair
Fighter character
Fuck around and 'em through the salad bar
My life is greenlit, no
And we all that money be the motive for this whole shit
Bitch, I'm focused like none other than number one Don
Drop-top, on the youngster, now look at him
Looking slim in the red '89 Testarossa with the
blown

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shit lack quality
I'm sittin' right behind my makin' pottery
My first was like an odyssey, ah
The second joint raw like the shaman's feet
Climbed the 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 drippin' down the hair
Supermodel sucking while I steer the pink Fleetwood
Roll a big fat so you know I'm gonna sleep good
Now

Uh
baby, yeah
baby, aha