Luyện nghe bài hát Salsa

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

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

I like a that's unique and yes I like my head 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 your

Another tale of ordinary
The girl who gave you her sex I heard was say
"All I really wanna is to feel
you take me tonight and we just might find"

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

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

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

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

like this when you dip down
And you are
Reelin' against the and you
Face some Mexican

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

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

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

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

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