Luyện nghe bài hát Lax [Acapella]

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

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

You get anything you
Mommy's jobless fucking
You're fucking lounging in daddy's fucking
And all fucking stupid names
and Tavis, that's fucking lame
Z-A-C does not Zack,
What the fuck is all that?

And you think you're so 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 match my shirt?
Does my clash with my pants?
Do my pants my eyes?
Do my eyes good tonight?
this place be cool enough?
Your hair so, so tough
This so good for us
Tonight my gonna buy me love

And all of your deceiving
What's your fake heart fake bleeding?
And all the girls you lay to mat
Are the same fucking girls you fucking at
And fuck your fucking fake ass
And all your handed out fucking
Some of us, we to work hard
to get our little part
And maybe your is not in Boston
But my are fucking awesome
And we'll keep on our best
though our lives are a mess

Even though my life is a mess,

And we go

Will this check support this
Will this tour my job?
my job where's the rent?
Should we all just it quits?
The dinner dates sure 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 you feel alright
And I'm sorry if my is occupied
I'm trying to to wonder why

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