Luyện nghe bài hát Kalifornia

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

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

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

From a
Analyzed my prey persistence
Comin' up with a
It was straight, a call around eight
for a while to find up
The whole time it was a mutual
And that was old
I'm in bliss she was watchin' me
And expected we to be
As coherent as the East Coast and Coast be
A B-Boy's dream, the yin to my yang that was ragin'
I was amazed, this was all happenin' before a got paid
And after the storm cleared his parade
Now, there ain't such a as stress
She got my back, and that
I know how blessed
A nigga who that the search wouldn't start
For another few years I just stay apart
In love with the Triple X, Heiny and
But now you me, Kalifornia memory...

Niggas of sin, of Speech