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 every day
Let's get the on its way

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

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

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

And go

Do my match my shirt?
Does my shirt clash my pants?
Do my match my eyes?
Do my eyes look good
Will this be cool enough?
Your hair looks so, so
looks 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 fucking fake ass world
And all your handed out fucking
Some of us, we have to work
Just to get our little
And maybe clan is not in Boston
But my are fucking awesome
And we'll keep on doing our
Even though our lives are a

Even my life is a mess, yeah

And we go

Will this support this tour?
Will this tour lose my
Without my job the rent?
Should we all just it quits?
The dinner dates cost a lot
28 bucks is all you got
And your life is at a
And all your dreams are all

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

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