Luyện nghe bài hát Salsa

We born in the seventies
The and rhyming and brethren see
We're filling taste
In the old school I was
For the new I was late
But in high I was the bate

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

I like a beat that's and yes I like my head zoomin'
And in my continental, you know shits boomin'
the diamond in the back, suicide doors
You can from here to eternity
And receive your morsel

Another tale of ordinary
The who gave you her sex I heard was homeless say
"All I really wanna is to feel
Won't you me tonight and we just might find"

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

By flesh you wanna bust
Beautiful legs in the bar is poetry
She bends and and her ass
Is a thing
A dance dancin' at a the hereafter

Who can't really dance but that doesn't matter
And she won't applause
your drunk and lost all light is gone
Your arms spread like a
And you're dreamin' that the will soon fall apart

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

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

scrappin' your neck gets
Snapped your nose bled
thinkin' about a comeback
But takin' it to the head

You little
Better watch your
'Cuz we're after punk ass
By God we're jack it

You're journey is time
And your is over
'bout as lucky as a three leaf clover
And older

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

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