Luyện nghe bài hát Kalifornia

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

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

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

Niggas of sin, Figures of