Luyện nghe bài hát Lax [Acapella]

Hey, elitists from L.A.; Los Angeles,
You who you are
You drive in cars
Your allowance exceeds my
listen to what I have to say
Remind yourselves day
get the message on its way

Well of all,
Fuck your fucking
How can you be so rude?
You fucking look at me like girls are jealous
And your fucking L.A. bars
You're all a of wannabe superstars
Yeah, fuck your act
You're a of dressed up fucking rats

You get anything you
Mommy's fucking runt
You're fucking lounging in fucking mansion
And all fucking stupid names
and Tavis, that's fucking lame
Z-A-C not spell Zack,
What the fuck is with all

And you think so fucking impressive
You can get your name on the guestlist
your nose to the people in line
Give the doorman a fucking high

And go

Do my shoes my shirt?
Does my shirt with my pants?
Do my match my eyes?
Do my eyes look good
Will this be cool enough?
Your hair so, so tough
This looks so for us
my money's gonna buy me love

And fuck all of deceiving
What's your fake fake fucking bleeding?
And all the you lay to your mat
Are the same fucking girls you fucking at
And fuck your fucking ass world
And all handed out fucking thrills
Some of us, we have to hard
Just to get our little
And your clan is not in Boston
But my friends are awesome
And keep on doing our best
Even our lives are a mess

Even my life is a mess, yeah

And we go

Will this support this tour?
Will this lose my job?
Without my job where's the
Should we all just it quits?
The dinner dates cost a lot
When 28 is all you got
And life is at a stop
And all dreams are all self-taught

And is the difference between our lives
No wonder tonight you feel
And I'm sorry if my is occupied
I'm to forget to wonder why

We're built up from
I'm trying to forget to why