Luyện nghe bài hát Kalifornia

I saw my baby on the Subway train
On my way home from a cue in Plains
A pretty young thing, brown and skin clean
With the poise of a 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 have a chance or a prayer in the
Just another nigga with them curls
So she on the train did me
Sick to her brain assumin' I would most be
A hustler, I said fuck it, she could never me
Or much love
I knew she was special, never all of the
And then I closed my eyes to 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
Knowing one day I would earn
A chance this woman trapped in a teen's body
I play America, you could be John Gotti, I'm sayin...
I was when I turned my head

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

A whole year went by seeing her once
It seemed that ev-ery day was as long as a
And now it seemed eternally, it's she I want
But also to be an MC is what I
To earn a dollar, every other seemed sour
The thing I pictured in my mind was my with Kalifornia sunshine
I told my niggas in time, that girl would be
They called me crazy, that I was mad lazy
And the monetary
Assets, plus my was not sanitary
'Cause everybody she was fly with fitness
Being witness to her once a year was
Fuck
When I brought it up my dismissed
the mockery
I kept it locked in my tightly
you remind me
Yo, I didn't have my behind me
But then, you were taken
Forcing me to postpone A
Kali-forn-i-ay...

From a
Analyzed my with persistence
Comin' up with a
It was straight, a phone call eight
Conversate for a to find up
The whole time it was a mutual
And that was old
I'm in apparently she was watchin' me
And we to probably be
As coherent as the East Coast and Coast be
A B-Boy's dream, the serene yin to my yang that was
I was amazed, was all happenin' before a nigga got paid
And after the storm from his parade
Now, there such a thing as stress
She got my back, and that
I know how it's
A nigga who figured that the search start
For another few years I just stay apart
In love with the Triple X, Heiny and
But now you remind me, memory...

Niggas of sin, of Speech