Luyện nghe bài hát Cali To New York

As soon as A La off the floor
People hollerin' for more
us to bless 'em with an encore
You the Peas, they game to do that for sure

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rich in that English that's broke as
That's why my niggaz in the hood understand me so
Its the rap type talk, used to walk
All over your ears, you 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 career is dirty compared to yours, 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 regulate an' cross plates, ya
Toss coins to distract it an' we ya
Minds bigger than tempers out in Russia
Cuss like a sailor, make you shame Thelya

Stitch a verse tailored to fit, spray paintin' spit
On the deco we art, apart
I mo' tracks than flicks in "Beat Street"
With kicks until the sole 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' like Foxx an' his two glocks

don't impress niggaz who speak to God
We get jams to make a melt
Held by the beep, beep, beep, we strictly, new getty
Two fifty up in front of the mic, so what it look

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

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

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

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