Luyện nghe bài hát Out In L.a.

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

The town 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 the ripe pick
a come on a thumb, poppin' 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 the balls to pop
But he never met the so he never be bopped out hop

Antwan the Swan, from the pretty pond
Was a bad mother jumper, you could he was strong
He war a cold paisley jacket and a 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 that he heard a phone

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

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

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

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