Luyện nghe bài hát Salsa

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

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

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

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

A bottle of wine and feel our nasty
tongue lickin' up my tongue
Your radio, up a smokey jazz love song
becomes, even though your
Livin' life it's to exist when you're 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 really dance but that doesn't really matter
And she won't hear
'Cuz your and lost all light is gone
Your arms spread like a
And you're dreamin' that the world will fall apart

girl in your gaze which is hazy
Takes your dollar in the with the cigarettes
Or you're hungover
I was warned of your normal behaviour and
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 young

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

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

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

Hoe bag
In her droopy saggy
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 that witch as if I were her pimp}
{And my crew will to her fraudulence}

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