Luyện nghe bài hát Lax [Acapella]

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

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

You get you want
Mommy's jobless fucking
fucking lounging in daddy's fucking mansion
And all your fucking names
Blair and Tavis, fucking lame
does not spell Zack,
What the is with all that?

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

And go

Do my shoes match my
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 so good 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 you fucking laugh at
And fuck your fake ass world
And all your handed out thrills
of us, we have to work hard
Just to get our little
And your clan is not in Boston
But my friends are fucking
And keep on doing our best
Even though our are a mess

though my life is a mess, yeah

And we go

Will this check support tour?
Will this tour lose my
Without my job the rent?
we all just call it quits?
The dinner dates sure a lot
28 bucks 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 mind is
I'm trying to forget to why

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