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
Well listen to I have to say
Remind every day
get the message on its way

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

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

And you think you're so impressive
You can get your on the fucking 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 match my eyes?
Do my eyes look good
Will this place be cool
Your hair so, so tough
This so good for us
my money's gonna buy me love

And fuck all of deceiving
What's your fake heart fucking bleeding?
And all the girls you lay to mat
Are the same girls you fucking laugh at
And fuck fucking fake ass world
And all handed out fucking thrills
of us, we have to work hard
Just to get our little
And your 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 check support this tour?
this tour 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 your is at a stop
And all your dreams are all

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

We're up from nothing
I'm to forget to wonder why