Luyện nghe bài hát Salsa

We were in the seventies
The rippin' and rhyming and see
filling taste great
In the old school I was
For the new school I was
But in school I was the bate

I rate in the state of California
I'm ya
Je a la plage parce que le guignol est chouette
I kick nonsense in French, like crepe suzette
I bet you I'm famous for 311 sandwhich
Not the whack DJs I'm a damage

I like a beat that's unique and yes I like my zoomin'
And in my continental, you know that boomin'
With the in the back, suicide doors
You can look here to eternity
And never receive morsel

Another tale of madness
The girl who gave you her sex I heard was say
"All I really is to feel Nirvana
Won't you take me tonight and we might find"

A bottle of wine and our nasty nature
tongue lickin' up my tongue
Your radio, pickin' up a jazz love song
Madness becomes, though your
Livin' it's hard to exist when you're tempted

By flesh you wanna bust
legs in the bar there is poetry
She bends and and her ass
Is a marvelous
A dancin' at a club the hereafter

Who can't dance but that doesn't really matter
And she hear applause
'Cuz your drunk and all light is gone
arms spread like a cross
And dreamin' that the world will soon fall apart

Topless girl in gaze which is hazy
Takes your dollar in the with the cigarettes
Or you're hungover
I was warned of your normal behaviour and
My was too short to consider your whacky self

It's this when you dip down
And you are
Reelin' the ropes and you
Face some young

Your your neck gets
Snapped back nose bled
Your thinkin' a comeback
But your it to the head

You bastard
Better your back
we're after your punk ass
By God we're gonna it

You're journey is small
And your show is
'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover
And older

Hoe bag
In her droopy saggy
Who she was a model but in truth a never has been
Both of us you bring cheap rooms too
This is a bought in a little Robbie is too
{I'll slap that as if I were her pimp}
{And my will attest to her fraudulence}

{Ha ha ha
After that you ask me this
Of no}