Luyện nghe bài hát Rapp

She
She
She

She
Don't worry got the bread
in the mail
Full ahead

in the mail
I won't in your mouth
Got some gigs for you way down south
Trust me go far
Trust me you'll far

motherfuckers!

You got great
But nobody
on you

She
She
brats green behind the knees
Need mom to wipe their nose
Every time sneeze
That's a fucking rock star
They had a of fame
don't understand
They got to play the game

And then she
She
She

Yeah you fucking stars
out that groupie head
APB on the mic
Each for a bed
Where's your fucking
And suite?
At the Parc
And a sports car 2 seats

She
She

You're you lousy bum
You're having too fun

And then we
Hey wait a
We no fucking rock stars
the hell?

Honey not true
We on Frito-Lay
We out in the snow
And we get paid
As far as go
too tired to get laid
We do it cuz we punk rock
There's no to be made
We no sleazy sellouts
We really LA

She
She
I'm not smoking