Luyện nghe bài hát Salsa

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It's like this when you dip
And you are
Reelin' against the and you
Face young Mexican

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

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

You're is small time
And show is over
You're 'bout as as a three leaf clover
And older

Hoe bag
In her saggy skin
Who thought she was a but in truth a never has been
Both of us you bring your cheap too
This is a in a little ways Robbie is too
slap that witch as if I were her pimp}
{And my will attest to her fraudulence}

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