Luyện nghe bài hát California

Southern
Home of
and shit

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

always been down with hydros
And cholos, the
The six-threes, the
The rucas with no
Used to the two-door
Gang-bang in a four
bullet holes
In the doors of a Ford
Hard-core, and I got and more
Where that from?
to my kingdom
The streets are my
I need em', I feed em', I
need that, like I need my weed sack
Take a toque,
were we at?
Oh, the golden state
states, pushin' weight
Where like me hallucinate
up while you fumble up
Fuckin' up, you fuckin'
If there's no
Then we'll em' by the fuckin' pump

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

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

I was raised in the streets of
(Southern California, of car-hoppin' and bomb-droppin'
West pop lockin', walkin' how we're talkin')
I was raised in the streets of
(I was in Californ-I-A
Where homeboys die over some 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 are closed
But not ese
when you get too close
You'll know, that I
you think, I don't know
I explode, unload
Reload, and
You broke the code, you to go
Ain't no future in your
Crazy homeboy
Where the bustin'
California stylin', California
Whittier to 'Frisco
back to Highland
I gots to do it like the do
Don't race ride
Hop your ride like supposed to do, through

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