Luyện nghe bài hát Lax [Acapella]

Hey, from L.A.; Los Angeles, California
You who you are
You drive in cars
Your exceeds my rent
Well listen to what I to say
Remind yourselves day
get the message on its way

Well of all,
your fucking attitudes
How can you be so fucking
You fucking look at me like girls are jealous
And fuck your L.A. bars
You're all a bunch of wannabe
Yeah, fuck your act
You're a of dressed up fucking rats

You get you want
Mommy's jobless runt
You're fucking lounging in fucking mansion
And all your fucking stupid
Blair and Tavis, that's fucking
does not spell Zack,
What the fuck is all that?

And you think you're so fucking
You can get your name on the fucking
Raise your nose to the in line
Give the doorman a fucking high

And go

Do my match my shirt?
Does my shirt clash my pants?
Do my pants match my
Do my eyes look good
Will this place be enough?
Your hair so, so tough
This looks so for us
Tonight my money's gonna buy me

And fuck all of your
What's fake heart fake fucking bleeding?
And all the you lay to your mat
Are the same fucking girls you laugh at
And fuck fucking fake ass world
And all your handed out fucking
Some of us, we have to hard
to get our little part
And maybe your clan is not in
But my are fucking awesome
And keep on doing our best
Even though our are a mess

Even though my is a mess, yeah

And we go

Will this support this tour?
Will this lose my job?
Without my job where's the
Should we all call it quits?
The dates sure cost a lot
28 bucks is all you got
And your life is at a
And all your are all self-taught

And is the difference between our lives
No tonight you feel alright
And I'm if my mind is occupied
I'm trying to forget to why

We're built up from
I'm trying to to wonder why