Luyện nghe bài hát Kalifornia

I first saw my baby on the Subway
On my way home a cue in White Plains
A pretty young thing, eyes and skin clean
With the poise of a queen though she was 15
And I was 16, my mind was in a
And by the looks of girl, I was a peasant
Who did not have a chance or a prayer in the
Just another nigga with them rasta
So she on the train did me
Sick to her brain assumin' I most likely be
A hustler, I said fuck it, she could like me
Or much love
I she was special, never all of the above
And then I my eyes to envision me and her as one
On a California in the sun
When I opened my eyes, yo, the train ride was
I her way, only to receive nothing in return
Knowing one day I would earn
A chance with this trapped in a teen's body
I would America, you could be John Gotti, I'm sayin...
I was when I turned my head

[Saukrates]
"You're My Lady" <--
Kalifornia,
You me, You remind me
"You're My Lady" <--
Kalifornia,
You me, You remind me
"You're my lady" <--
Kalifornia,
You me, You remind me
"You're My Lady" <--
Kalifornia,
You me, You remind me

A whole year went by without seeing her
It seemed ev-ery day was as long as a month
And now it days eternally, it's she I want
But also to be an MC is I wanted
To earn a dollar, every other girl sour
The only thing I in my mind was my with Kalifornia sunshine
I told my niggas in time, that girl be mine
called me crazy, assumin' that I was mad lazy
And the monetary
Assets, plus my was not sanitary
everybody knew she was fly with fitness
Being witness to her once a year was
Christmas
When I it up my niggas dismissed
Ignoring the
I kept it in my mind tightly
you remind me
Yo, I have my niggas behind me
But then, you were taken
Forcing me to plan A
Kali-forn-i-ay...

From a
Analyzed my prey with
up with a system
It was straight, a phone around eight
Conversate for a while to up
The whole time it was a attraction
And news was old
I'm in bliss she was watchin' me
And expected we to be
As coherent as the Coast and West Coast be
A dream, the serene yin to my yang that was ragin'
I was amazed, this was all happenin' before a nigga got
And the storm cleared from his parade
Now, ain't such a thing as stress
She got my back, and that
I know how blessed
A nigga who figured that the wouldn't start
For another few years I would just stay
In love the Triple X, Heiny and Hennessy
But now you remind me, memory...

Niggas of sin, Figures of