Luyện nghe bài hát Cali Sunshine

California sunshine, in the summer time

Last year, Jazze Phe got stuck up inside the lux,
Most recent was 50 in Angola, whats up,
Any could touched, any bitch could get fucked,
Under the sun, impalas and big trucks,
They say Suge got knocked out, but dont play nigga cheap,
Cuz body might wash up by the courts at Venice Beach,
Aint shit sweet but my Swisher, shit buzzin but my liquor,
Cali chickens got to the 80s strip and come back a thicker,
With more ass then Delicious, thats my of Love,
We make it rain like Rainman, when he with the glove,
Im the king to you niggas, punisher, spawn, niggas,
in green, Paul Pierce to you Lebron niggas,
We them barbeque, front and back niggas,
Summer Jam, throw ass offstage Akon niggas,
We drink Aid with the ice on your arm nigga,
Take that Champion hoody off in the sunshine

Im in my drop top Phantom, Wilshire boulevard,
We cant Biggies killers so we gave Diddy a star,
And Im by far, boulevard,
but Im from a boulevard that tought yall to out of moving cars,
Remember, New Jersey drivers a East Coast menace,
And Belly was the sequel without O-Dogg in it,
me a New York minute,
to show you Cali got more dead bodies the Yankees got New York pennants,
Cuz we Dodgers and Impalas with the tinted,
I duck where Venus and Sarena used to play tennis,
And they came back, like throwin a boomerang flat,
See me, Im posted like a Cincinatti pitcher in the hat,
Its like a scene from a movie, when the fade black,
roll up on you, Now you stuck in that Harold and Cane trap,
If you in Hollywood, and you get your chain snatched,
I know some niggas know some niggas, Ill get your chain back.

Niggas already know who had the first,
We haze and sour diesel, I was there when the water burst,
Hell nah we surf, We half way go to church,
Tell you the truth, shiit, now Im in the fuckin hearse,
And it aint my night to get buried in the
But it is day to get buried by a verse,
Itll be another ten years you see an MC Ren here,
he been, I been there, that Lambo, Im in there,
Hotter then the beginning of my career 50, Dre and Em there,
Top off the Murcialago like Victorias swim swear,
So listen, Im so sincere, bout to out like gym wear,
Murder MTVs top ten, and tat my with 10 tears,
10 funerals, 10 caskets,
10 3-piece Ralph suits, 10 motorbikes stopping traffic,
And 10 reasons why I got California hotter acid,
Dont you ever, ever me out of the top 10 you fuckin bastards
Blaow.