Luyện nghe bài hát Kalifornia

I first saw my on the Subway train
On my way home from a cue in White
A pretty thing, brown 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 have a chance or a prayer in the
Just another nigga with rasta curls
So she on the train did me
Sick to her brain assumin' I would likely be
A hustler, I said it, she could never like me
Or less love
I knew she was special, all of the above
And then I closed my eyes to me and her as one
On a California in the sun
I opened my eyes, yo, the train ride was done
I her way, only to receive nothing in return
that one day I would earn
A chance with this woman trapped in a teen's
I would America, you could be John Gotti, I'm sayin...
I was when I turned my head

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

A whole went by without seeing her once
It seemed that ev-ery day was as as a month
And now it seemed days eternally, she I want
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 Kalifornia sunshine
I told my in time, that girl would be mine
They called me crazy, that I was mad lazy
And lacked the
Assets, my style was not sanitary
'Cause everybody she was fly with fitness
Being witness to her once a year was
Christmas
When I brought it up my dismissed
the mockery
I it locked in my mind tightly
Kalifornia you me
Yo, I didn't my niggas behind me
But then, you were anyway
Forcing me to plan A
Kali-forn-i-ay...

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

Niggas of sin, Figures of