Luyện nghe bài hát Cali To New York

As as A La stepped off the floor
People started hollerin' for
Beggin' us to bless 'em an encore
You know the Peas, they to do that for sure

No what the coast we be on
Pacific or Atlantic, we stay
or domestically, we conquer
All professionally an' rock on

An' that's exactly how we it rock, made it rock
We turn this on an' we make it hot, make it hot
We also known to a state of shock, state of shock
We start at 2, then go to 10 o'clock, 10

10 the next day that is, day that is
No matter what city or state that is, state is
Don't ask no questions, that's the way that is, way is
ask no questions, that's the way that is [Incomprehensible]

Back, back, back, back, an'
From Cali to New
Back, back, back, back, an'
Cali to New York

Back, back, back, back, an'
Cali to New York
Back, back, back, back, an'
Cali to New York

Introduce Posdonus, y'all, 'nus
Sticky like cous-cous, y'all, cous,
Be the words that I apply,
My peeps mass, N.Y, N.Y.

Check it out, you see, you other emcees sound brother emcees
by the same pop an' mother emcees
While I got a lot of brand in my name, I'm
Leavin' me the amount that's quite sizable

Rich in that English broke as hell
That's why my niggaz in the understand me so well
Its the modern rap talk, used to walk
All your ears, you hear the thump, this track pumps like

order, some others fell short of the line of finish
You didn't harder at the scrimmage
Now my is the golden cup
My is dirty compared to yours, it's all washed up

Back, back, back, back, an'
Cali to New York
Back, back, back, back, an'
Cali to New York

Back, back, back, back, an'
From Cali to New
Back, back, back, back, an'
From to New York

We, we, we, we an' cross plates, destructs ya
Toss coins to it an' we bust ya
Minds blow bigger than out in Russia
like a sailor, make you shame like Thelya

Stitch a verse to fit, spray paintin' your spit
On the deco we art, apart
I raid mo' tracks flicks in "Beat Street"
With kicks until the wear out, never that

We weather that, you in the ass an' feather that
Heavy black leather coats, you pleather that
Last dick on the line, we way of that
Squeezin' Freddie Foxx an' his two glocks

Rocks don't niggaz who speak to God
We get to make a tuna melt
down by the beep, beep, beep, we strictly, new getty
Two fifty up in front of the mic, so it look like?

Back, back, back, back, an'
Cali to New York
Back, back, back, back, an'
From Cali to New

Back, back, back, back, an'
From Cali to New
Back, back, back, back, an'
From Cali to New

Back, back, back, back, an'
Cali to New York
Back, back, back, back, an'
From Cali to New

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