Luyện nghe bài hát California Freestyle

1]
Yeah we've been talking for a time
since I went to California
Voicemail when I hit your phone
These same thing when you on mine

And everything
So fuck all nine-to-five
The day grandpapa died
I I was down to ride
The day my granny died
I knew it was Grammy
I'm still in taking shit if them niggas don't hand me mine
I'm really get to mine
niggas just get in line
They up picket signs
Like "this nigga the line"
Like damn,

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

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

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

Did a hundred, made the rock, ooh yeah
girl, she got the ass-shot too, yeah
Imma the fucking door down, ooh yeah
We break the fucking [?], ooh yeah
I ain't games with ya
I'm a certified switcha
I play with them bands, ooh yeah
Like I'm in a parade,
I'm a pop star, boy, [?]
Money talks, you got it, nigga, say less
girl in my phone tryna stay the night
See ya later, baby, Imma checks

I I would've 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, my hand, take the damn picture)

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

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