Luyện nghe bài hát Salsa

We were in the seventies
The rippin' and rhyming and see
We're taste great
In the old I was eight
For the new I was late
But in school 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, like crepe suzette
I bet you feel I'm for 311 sandwhich
Not the DJs that I'm a damage

I like a beat that's and yes I like my head zoomin'
And in my continental, you know that shits
With the diamond in the back, doors
You can look from to eternity
And never receive morsel

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hoe bag
In her droopy skin
Who thought she was a model but in truth a has been
Both of us you bring your rooms too
is a bought in a little ways Robbie is too
{I'll slap that witch as if I her pimp}
my crew will attest to her fraudulence}

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