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?

Hello, you've reached La Luna Luxury Car Services
If you need a ride to the airport call airport
hold

Yo, what beat is that,
Oh, that is funky, is that?
Yo, what is that?
from the phone
Could rhyme on
Oh, hell yeah, hahaha,

out the pussy wearing Timbs
Oh, my lord, him
Time to put the toys in the bin
'Cause I'm sick of this
Motherfucker sweeter than a stick (okay)
And it's rubbing me the way to say the least
save my peace
And I'ma breeze in the caprice the gold seats
Bumpin' Boosie on a creep
On Collins Ave looking stoned, man, you me
Asian with the blonde hair
Street Fighter
Fuck and suplex 'em through the salad bar
My is greenlit, no script
And we all know that be the motive for this whole shit
Bitch, I'm like none other than number one Don Dada
Drop-top, on the youngster, now look at him
Looking slim in the red '89 Testarossa with the
Mind

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

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

Uh
baby, yeah
baby, aha