Luyện nghe bài hát Kalifornia

I first saw my on the Subway train
On my way home from a cue in White
A young thing, brown eyes and skin clean
the poise of a queen though she was only 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 with them rasta curls
So she on the train did me
Sick to her brain I would most likely be
A hustler, I said fuck it, she never like me
Or less love
I knew she was special, all of the above
And then I my eyes to envision me and her as one
On a California in the sun
When I my eyes, yo, the train ride was done
I glanced her way, to receive nothing in return
Knowing that one day I would
A chance with woman trapped in a teen's body
I would America, you could be John Gotti, I'm sayin...
I was trapped when I turned my

CHORUS
"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 me, You remind me
"You're My Lady" <--
Kalifornia,
You remind me, You me

A whole year by without seeing her once
It seemed that day was as long as a month
And now it seemed eternally, it's she I want
But to be an MC is what I wanted
To earn a dollar, every other girl seemed
The only thing I pictured in my mind was my with Kalifornia
I told my niggas in time, that girl would be
They me crazy, assumin' that I was mad lazy
And the monetary
Assets, my style was not sanitary
everybody knew she was fly with fitness
Being to her once a year was cool
Christmas
When I it up my niggas dismissed
Ignoring the
I it locked in my mind tightly
Kalifornia you me
Yo, I didn't have my behind me
But then, you were taken
me to postpone plan A
Kali-forn-i-ay...

From a
my prey with persistence
Comin' up with a
It was straight, a phone call eight
for a while to find up
The whole time it was a mutual
And that was old
I'm in bliss apparently she was me
And expected we to be
As coherent as the Coast and West 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 after the storm cleared from his
Now, there ain't a thing as stress
She got my back, and that
I know how blessed
A nigga who figured that the search start
For another few years I would stay apart
In love with the Triple X, and Hennessy
But now you remind me, memory...

Niggas of sin, of Speech