Luyện nghe bài hát La Luna

Yo, yo, I a car
I to go to the garden
I'm gonna be
I one right now
Can we call La Luna?

Hello, reached La Luna Luxury Car Unlimited Services
If you need a to the airport call 1-800-80-80 airport
hold

Yo, beat is that, huh?
Oh, that is funky, is that?
Yo, what beat is
from the phone
Could rhyme on
Oh, yeah, hahaha, yeah

out the pussy wearing Timbs
Oh, my lord, him
to put the toys back in the bin
'Cause I'm sick of shit
Motherfucker than a licorice stick (okay)
And it's me the wrong way to say the least
save my peace
And I'ma breeze in the caprice the gold seats
Bumpin' Boosie on a creep
On Collins Ave stoned, man, you know me
shooter with the blonde hair
Street character
Fuck and suplex 'em through the salad bar
My life is greenlit, no
And we all know that money be the motive for this whole
Bitch, I'm like none other than number one Don Dada
Drop-top, jokes on the youngster, now at him
Looking slim in the red '89 Testarossa the wing
blown

A customer will be with you shortly
Did you we can get to you in just seven minutes?
minutes
Call

Your shit quality
I'm sittin' right behind my chick makin'
My joint was like an odyssey, ah
The second joint raw like the shaman's feet
Climbed the to the sun
myself for protection of my only son
Keep the bloodline strong while I close
To another thousand years, here's a
Champagne drippin' the beard hair
sucking while I steer the long pink Fleetwood
Roll a big fat so you know I'm gonna sleep good
Now

Uh
baby, yeah
baby, aha