Luyện nghe bài hát Out In L.a.

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

The town makes me jump, got a bunch of bad chicks
sure, it's got some chumps but I still get my kicks
My body loves to when I lick the ripe pick
Like a come on a thumb, 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 never met the Tree so he be bopped out hop

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

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

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

Now that I told you a little something 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 better be burning
We're all a bunch of brothers in a cool way
Along with six million others in this called L.A.

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