Luyện nghe bài hát Out In L.a.

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

The makes me jump, it's got a bunch of bad chicks
Well sure, it's got some chumps but I still get my
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 I'm shooting for the top and my best friend is Flea
Oom Chucka knew the balls to pop
But he never met the so he never be bopped out hop

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

He threw a hundred up against the wall
And he swore to fear 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 night and the night before, I heard a fop
I came in doors, freak out

Now that I told you a little something the Flea
Something the Tree, a little something about me
I leave you hangin' but my man Shermzy
He swings the yang, he bangs the

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

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