Luyện nghe bài hát California

Southern
Home of
and shit

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

I've always been down with
And cholos, the
The six-threes, the
The with no clothes
Used to drop the
Gang-bang in a door
bullet holes
In the doors of a Ford
Hard-core, and I got more and
Where came from?
Welcome to my
The streets are my
I em', I feed em', I feedback
They need that, like I my weed sack
a toque, wacha
Where we at?
Oh, the golden state
Controllin' states, weight
Where like me hallucinate
up while you fumble up
Fuckin' up, you fuckin'
If there's no
Then stick em' by the fuckin' pump

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

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

I was raised in the of California
(Southern California, of car-hoppin' and bomb-droppin'
West coast pop lockin', how we're talkin')
I was raised in the of California
(I was in Californ-I-A
Where die everyday over some shit they say)

Low rider bicycles,
as icicles
Smokin' shit
So high, you would my eyes are closed
I got my on those
Who be thinkin' that my eyes are
But not ese
when you get too close
You'll know, that I
What you think, I know
I explode, unload
Reload, and
You the code, you gots to go
no future in your frontin'
Crazy homeboy
Where the bustin'
California stylin', California
Whittier to 'Frisco
back to Highland
I gots to do it the locos do
race your ride
Hop your like you're supposed to do, through

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