Luyện nghe bài hát Rapp

She
She
She

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

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

motherfuckers!

You got shows
But nobody
on you

She
She
brats green behind the knees
Need mom to wipe their nose
Every time they
a fucking rock star when
They had a taste of
They don't
got to play the goddamn game

And she said
She
She

Yeah you rock stars
out that groupie head
APB on the mic
Each for a bed
Where's your 8-ball
And suite?
At the Parc
And a sports car with 2

She
She

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

And we said
Hey a minute
We ain't no fucking stars
What the

it's not true
We live on
We sleep out in the
And we don't get
As far as go
We're too tired to get
We do it cuz we love punk
There's no cash to be
We ain't no sleazy
We hate LA

She
She
I'm not crack