Luyện nghe bài hát Out In L.a.

We're all a bunch of brothers livin' in a way
Along with six million others in this called L.A.
L.A. is the place, sets my ablaze
For me it's a race through a cotton 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 the ripe pick
Like a 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 friend is Flea
Oom Chucka knew the balls to pop
But he never met the so he never be bopped out hop

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

He threw a women 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 he heard a phone

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

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