Luyện nghe bài hát White Trash With Cash

(lyrics: j. harte, b. walker)

Well I'm a shake city in a stretch limousine.
Suckin' cheap suds a can,
Wearin' out jeans and tearin' worn out seams.
Lookin' but don't give a damn.

Raising like no one else,
Like no rich city could.
Got the nasty reputation that the bad like.
And my books lookin' good cus i'm

White trash with cash, in the dough,
And I'm it fast.
White trash with cash, got the for the fire,
And no time to spare.
High worst nightmare.

Beverly hills bash, I think I'll pass.
Let me tell ya I'd rather be.
Dancin' with the devil, out all night the boys.
Another around on me.

Not respected, rejected all the way up the line.
But that never a poor boy down.
Laughin' last, laughin' hardest, all of the time,
At the people they hear the sound.

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I got enough to it last, got a full tank of gas.
lot of money, but I got no class.
Livin' I'm crazy cus' I'm just

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