Luyện nghe bài hát New York To Cali

Yeah.
'em up.
Ay, yo, turn the bass up a bit, G.
Yeah, yeah.
(Rakim! 'em clap to this.) (X2)
Yo, it out...

I come again, fun'll begin, when the drummer come in. Synonyms don't want to end. Rakim's gonna win. Always seem to come out at the right time with the right rhyme. in the day and sound rough at night time.

Just an echo, in every ghetto, meadow and valley, side-street and alley, from New York to Cali. I've been seen in state, and between, on stage. They scream every phrase, I leave the city in a rage.

off to the next one to bless one; that's my procedure. Leave ya in a deeper mind state than anesthesia. You'll catch a seizure if you try to stop the great, when I operate. Just let "The Crowd-Pleaser" drop the weight.

This one is in gear, inform everyone from here to there. Ideas that you severe to the ear. Never the less, I provide a world-wide request, and manifest. And this is from the East to the West....

From New York to (to Cali.) (X2)
to coast, I've been rippin' coliseums and clubs.
From New York to (to Cali)
Rhymin' over for thugs,
girls me kisses and throw me hugs.

rides, I've memorized in my mental enterprise. Then improvise live with my supplies. You know the quota. Fashion new designs, and shine, the international kind, start to rhyme, time to motor.

UniverSoul format. Adapt to wherever ya livin' at. From all four corners of the map. Whenever they play it, it gets interpretated, Hip-Hop related. Already dedicated to keep it heavy, it.

Attract everybody that could rock. Do a block party, make it look like Woodstock. (Yeah, Allah.)
Nothin's similar, to my seminar, they travel near from far, plus that's the woman are.

I to ask 'em, "What's the best time to hear me rhyme?"
Never the less, I a world-wide request, and manifest.
And this is the East to the West...

From New to Cali (to Cali.) (X2)
Coast to coast, I've rippin' coliseums and clubs.
From New York to (to Cali)
Rhymin' dubs for thugs,
girls blow me and throw me hugs.

Coast to coast, I've been coliseums and clubs.
Rhymin' over dubs for thugs, girls blow me and throw me hugs.
An expert at a concert on stage. I got classics, which means my hits won't age.

Ya along! I'll bring a song, I'll be swingin' long, we can do a thang till dawn, I came to bring it on. On tour, stop at all the record stores across the nation. Flow at the radio station to show appreciation.

Which reached for the streets, beats for the Jeeps. I reach incredible feats to get deep for my peep's. Propped for the style I got, they couldn't wait for me to drop new stock for the block.

Stalk kid's cassette decks, Walkman headsets. I come on, fly concepts that's high-tech. My first displays still converse with the days and slam, why the man's first jam still plays.

So tell the I got the goods again.
Rakim... Then again, that's how it should've been.

Never the less, I provide a request, and manifest.
And from the East to the West...

From New to Cali (to Cali.) (X3)
Coast to coast, I've been rippin' and clubs.
From New York to (to Cali)
Rhymin' over for thugs,
blow me kisses and throw me hugs.