Luyện nghe bài hát Cali To New York

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Back, back, back, back, an'
From 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

We, we, we, we regulate an' cross plates, ya
coins to distract it an' we bust ya
Minds blow bigger 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 wear out, never

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

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

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

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

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