Luyện nghe bài hát California Freestyle

1]
Yeah we've talking for a long time
Ever I went to California
Voicemail when I hit your line
days same thing when you on mine

And monetized
So all that nine-to-five
The day grandpapa died
I knew I was down to
The day that my died
I knew it was time
I'm in here taking shit if them niggas don't hand me mine
I'm really get to mine
These niggas get in line
They holding up signs
Like "this nigga the line"
damn, nigga

Eat or starve, if you can't be fam wit ya
You a fan, shake my hand, take the picture

I wish I known could get rich off writing songs, yeah
Imma put us on, Imma bring it back home, yeah

2]
All my get the bag
All my niggas' is fast
We come from a [?]
All my niggas to last

Did a hundred, made the dash rock, ooh
Model girl, she got the too, yeah
Imma the fucking door down, ooh yeah
We gon' the fucking [?], ooh yeah
I ain't playing games ya
I'm a lane switcha
I play with bands, ooh yeah yeah
Like I'm in a parade,
I'm a pop star, boy, [?]
talks, you ain't got it, nigga, say less
Baby girl in my tryna stay the night
See ya later, baby, Imma chase

I wish I known could get rich off writing songs, yeah
put us on, Imma bring it right back home, yeah

(Eat or starve, if you starve be fam wit ya)
(You a fan, shake my hand, the damn picture)

I wish I would've known get rich off writing songs, yeah
Imma put us on, bring it right back home, yeah

(Eat or starve, if you can't be fam wit ya)
(You a fan, shake my hand, the damn picture)