Luyện nghe bài hát California

Southern
Home of
and shit

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

I've always been with hydros
And cholos, the
The six-threes, the
The with no clothes
Used to the two-door
Gang-bang in a four
Puttin' bullet
In the of a Ford Explorer
Hard-core, and I got and more
Where came from?
to my kingdom
The are my freedom
I need em', I feed em', I
They that, like I need my weed sack
Take a toque,
were we at?
Oh, California the golden
states, pushin' weight
Where vatos me hallucinate
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 car-hoppin' and
West coast pop lockin', walkin' how talkin')
I was in the streets of California
(I was raised in
Where die everyday over some shit they say)

and dippin', grippin' the wheel
it up
Dump the corner
Pop the one up
Put the top down
It's too good to now
This California
Smoke up on the
Party at the roof, off the
Got drug up in the book
You don't me
See for yourself and take a closer
Low car shows
Hoppin' till the blows
me at the bar
Havin' a drink my uncles
Pacifico no lime
That's what I drink at all
Creased up Davis', I'm always out like where the is
I come the underground
The underground like where the is
It's California, have a hard time facin' it

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

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

I was raised in the streets of
(Southern California, home of and bomb-droppin'
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 shit they say)