Luyện nghe bài hát Out In L.a.

We're all a bunch of livin' in a cool way
Along with six million others in place called L.A.
L.A. is the place, sets my mind
For me a race through a cotton pickin' maze

The town makes me jump, got a bunch of bad chicks
Well sure, it's got some but I still get my kicks
My body loves to scrump when I lick the ripe
Like a come on a thumb, hump, hump, hump, pop out

The action stops, I'm as wild as can be
But there's I'm shooting for the top and my best is Flea
Oom Chucka Willy knew the to pop
But he never met the so he never be bopped out hop

Antwan the Swan, the pretty fish pond
Was a bad jumper, you could tell he was strong
He war a cold jacket and a hellified hat
And his legs was a sweat young lass

He a hundred women up against the wall
And he swore to fear he'd love 'em all
By the time he got to nine, he had to stop
'Cause when he thought that he heard a phone

Last and the night before, I heard a fop outside
I came in doors, freak out

Now I told you a little something about the Flea
Something about the Tree, a little something me
I leave you hangin' but my man Shermzy
He swings the yang, he bangs the

And now, it's to hear him do his playin'
You better be burning
We're all a bunch of livin' in a cool way
Along six million others in this place called L.A.

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