Luyện nghe bài hát Out In L.a.

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

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

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

Antwan the Swan, from the pretty fish
Was a bad mother jumper, you could tell he was
He war a cold paisley jacket and a hat
And between his legs was a sweat lass

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

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

Now I told you a little something about the Flea
Something about the Tree, a something about me
I can't leave you but my man Shermzy
He the yang, he bangs the yang

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

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