Luyện nghe bài hát Out In L.a.

We're all a bunch of livin' in a cool way
Along with six million in this place called 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
sure, it's got some chumps but I still get my kicks
My body loves to scrump I lick the ripe pick
a come on a thumb, poppin' hump, hump, hump, pop out

The never 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 Tree so he never be out hop

Antwan the Swan, from the pretty pond
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 young

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

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

Now that I you a little something about the Flea
Something about the Tree, a something about me
I can't leave you hangin' but my man
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 others in this place called L.A.

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