Luyện nghe bài hát Cali' Trippin'

Cali' Trippin' and I think my mind is away
Cali' Trippin' and I'm I was back in LA

apon a time, I wrote a lil' rhyme
About a girl, she was in her prime
I'm a skinny boy, in my jeans
And mini-me was out my corduroys
She was a dime, I ain't a nickel
But I had jokes, so i her giggle
And her folks were very
So when I smoked that adam made her feel a bad girl
But she's a good girl, in a bad
So I felt bad for her
Not really, but her dad would me
So I her we had to slow it down

She said; I wanna Rock (I Rock)
And a joint, and get high (And get high)
Don't talk, just
Let's get in the ride, and drive

If you got nothing to say
Then don't say
And always easier to forget
We trippin', you gotta love it
And ain't nothing wrong making out in public

Taking of girls on a trip around the world
And it, just me of everything I miss back home
Cali' trippin' and I my mind is slippin' away
Cali' trippin' and I'm I was back in LA

She was so fine, but she was out of
Goin' full speed, crash on the
She get what she wants, she get it her mom
And her dad us love with the credit card
Where do I fit in? I'm the token
With a and jack, lookin' for the right girl
The reason I'm loving you, is the way that you do you

I wanna (I wanna Rock)
And a joint, and get high (And get high)
Don't talk, just
Let's get in the ride, and just

If you got nothing to say
Then say shit
And it's always easier to
We trippin', you gotta love it
And ain't nothing with making out in public

Taking pictures of girls on a trip around the
And it, just me of everything I miss back home
Cali' trippin' and I think my mind is slippin
Cali' trippin' and I'm wishin' I was in LA

I'm Cali' Trippin', I'm Trippin'
I'm Trippin', I'm Cali' Trippin'
I'm Cali' Trippin', I'm Cali'
Cali' Trippin' Baby, Cali' yeah
Cali' Baby, Cali' Trippin' yeah
Cali' Trippin' Baby, Trippin' yeah
Trippin' Baby, Cali' Trippin'

I Rock (I wanna Rock)
And roll a joint, and get (And get high)
Don't talk, just
Let's get in the ride, and drive

If you got nothing to say
Then say shit
And it's always to forget
We trippin', you gotta love it
And ain't nothing wrong with making out in

Taking pictures of girls on a around the world
And it, just me of everything I miss back home
trippin' and I think my mind is slippin away
Cali' trippin' and I'm I was back in LA

(Ain't wrong wit making out in public)
(Wishin' I was in LA)
(Ain't nothin wrong wit out in public)
(Wishin' I was in LA)
(Ain't wrong wit makin out in public)

I like the way the sits, between her bra and tits
Takin' hits with her and I'm on assist
I must admit she got me on sprung shit
I can't deny she got me on young shit
It's all good she got my back
Like a backpack culdesec
It's funny cause we both used to class
The kiss in the back of the patch
Rat-a-tat-tat on the window
Outside lookin' in but I complain
Too many highs turn the game
And don't be surprised when I say that
Jane Cali-forn-i-a