Luyện nghe bài hát California

Southern
Home of
and shit

I was raised in the streets of
(Southern California, home of car-hoppin' and
West coast pop lockin', walkin' how talkin')
I was in the streets of California
(I was in Californ-I-A
homeboys die everyday over some shit they say)

I've always down with hydros
And cholos, the
The six-threes, the
The rucas with no
to drop the two-door
Gang-bang in a four
Puttin' bullet
In the of a Ford Explorer
Hard-core, and I got more and
Where that came
Welcome to my
The streets are my
I em', I feed em', I feedback
They need that, like I need my weed
a toque, wacha
Where we at?
Oh, the golden state
states, pushin' weight
Where vatos like me
Double up while you up
up, you fuckin' punk
If there's no
Then stick em' by the fuckin' pump

I was in the streets of California
(Southern California, home of and bomb-droppin'
West coast pop lockin', walkin' how talkin')
I was in the streets of California
(I was raised in
Where homeboys die everyday over some shit say)

Slippin' and dippin', grippin' the
it up
Dump the back
Pop the one up
Put the convertable top
It's too to stop now
California livin'
Smoke up on the
at the roof, off the hook
Got every up in the book
You don't me
See for yourself and a closer look
Low rider car
Hoppin' till the truck
me at the bar
Havin' a with my uncles
Pacifico with no
That's what I at all times
Creased up Davis', I'm out like where the pavement is
I come from the
The underground like the basement is
California, people have a hard time facin' it

I was raised in the of California
(Southern California, home of car-hoppin' and
coast pop lockin', walkin' how we're talkin')
I was raised in the of California
(I was raised in
Where homeboys die everyday over shit they say)

Low bicycles, tricycles
Cold as
Smokin' chronic
So high, you would think my eyes are
I got my eyes on
Who be thinkin' that my eyes are
But not ese
Trucha you get too close
know, that I know
What you think, I know
I might explode,
Reload, and
You broke the code, you to go
Ain't no future in frontin'
Crazy California
Where the cuete's
California stylin', California
Whittier Boulevard to
back to Highland
I to do it like the locos do
race your ride
Hop your ride you're supposed to do, through

I was in the streets of California
(Southern California, home of car-hoppin' and
West coast pop lockin', walkin' how talkin')
I was raised in the streets of
(I was raised in
Where homeboys die everyday over some shit say)