Luyện nghe bài hát Cali To New York

As soon as A La stepped off the
People hollerin' for more
Beggin' us to 'em with an encore
You the Peas, they game to do that for sure

No what the coast we be on
Pacific or Atlantic, we stay
Foreign or domestically, we
All professionally an' rock on

An' exactly how we made it rock, made it rock
We turn on an' then we make it hot, make it hot
We also known to cause a state of shock, of shock
We start at 2, then go to 10 o'clock, 10

10 the next day that is, day that is
No matter what city or state that is, that is
Don't ask no questions, the way that is, way that is
Don't ask no questions, the way that is [Incomprehensible]

Back, back, back, back, an'
From to New York
Back, back, back, back, an'
From to New York

Back, back, back, back, an'
From Cali to New
Back, back, back, back, an'
From to New York

Posdonus, y'all, 'nus y'all
Sticky like cous-cous, y'all, cous,
Be the words I apply, apply
My peeps mass, N.Y, N.Y.

Check it out, you see, you other emcees like brother emcees
Raised by the pop an' mother emcees
While I got a lot of in my name, I'm recognizable
me the cash amount that's quite sizable

Rich in that English broke as hell
That's why my niggaz in the hood me so well
Its the modern rap type talk, to walk
All over your ears, you hear the thump, track pumps like

order, some others fell short of the line of finish
You didn't harder at the scrimmage
Now my image is the cup
My career is dirty compared to yours, all washed up

Back, back, back, back, an'
From to New York
Back, back, back, back, an'
From to New York

Back, back, back, back, an'
From Cali to New
Back, back, back, back, an'
From to New York

We, we, we, we regulate an' cross plates, ya
Toss to distract it an' we bust ya
Minds blow bigger tempers out in Russia
Cuss a sailor, make you shame like Thelya

a verse tailored to fit, spray paintin' your spit
On the deco we art, spread
I raid mo' tracks than in "Beat Street"
With until the sole wear out, never that

We weather that, you in the ass an' feather that
like black leather coats, you pleather that
Last dick on the line, we way of that
Squeezin' like Freddie an' his two glocks

Rocks don't niggaz who speak to God
We get jams to a tuna melt
down by the beep, beep, beep, we strictly, new getty
Two up in front of the mic, so what it look like?

Back, back, back, back, an'
From Cali to New
Back, back, back, back, an'
From to New York

Back, back, back, back, an'
Cali to New York
Back, back, back, back, an'
From Cali to New

Back, back, back, back, an'
From Cali to New
Back, back, back, back, an'
From Cali to New

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