Luyện nghe bài hát Cali' Trippin'

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

Once apon a time, I wrote a rhyme
a pretty girl, she was in her prime
I'm a boy, in my skinny jeans
And mini-me was out my corduroys
She was a dime, I have 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 a good girl, in a bad world
So I felt bad for her
Not really, but her dad kill 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)
talk, just vibe
Let's get in the ride, and drive

If you got nothing to say
don't 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 trip around the
And it, just me of everything I miss back home
Cali' and I think my mind is slippin' away
Cali' trippin' and I'm wishin' I was in LA

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

I Rock (I wanna 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 good to say
Then don't say
And always easier to forget
We cali' trippin', you gotta it
And ain't nothing wrong with out in public

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

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

I Rock (I wanna Rock)
And roll a joint, and get (And get high)
talk, just vibe
Let's get in the ride, and drive

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

Taking of girls on a trip around the world
And it, just reminds me of everything I miss back
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 wrong wit makin out in public)
(Wishin' I was in LA)
(Ain't wrong wit makin out in public)

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