Luyện nghe bài hát Lax [Acapella]

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

first of all,
Fuck your fucking
How can you be so fucking
You fucking at me like what girls are jealous
And fuck fucking L.A. bars
You're all a bunch of wannabe
Yeah, fuck your act
You're a bunch of dressed up fucking

You get anything you
Mommy's jobless fucking
You're fucking in daddy's fucking mansion
And all fucking stupid names
Blair and Tavis, that's fucking
does not spell Zack,
What the fuck is all that?

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

And go

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

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

Even my life is a mess, yeah

And we go

Will this check support tour?
Will tour lose my job?
Without my job the rent?
Should we all just call it
The dinner dates cost a lot
28 bucks is all you got
And your is at a stop
And all your are all self-taught

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

We're built up nothing
I'm trying to to wonder why