Luyện nghe bài hát Out In L.a.

We're all a of brothers livin' in a cool way
Along with six million others in this place L.A.
L.A. is the place, my mind ablaze
For me it's a race through a cotton pickin'

The town makes me jump, it's got a bunch of bad
Well sure, got some chumps 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 friend is
Oom Chucka knew the balls to pop
But he met the Tree so he never be bopped out hop

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

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

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

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

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

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