Luyện nghe bài hát Hillside

Thus of news right now surveillance cameras
Captured a terrifying attack at a in Vallejo

Ridin the turf, on Magazine
You I stay strapped, with a magazine
Put it to face, like a magazine
I on the case, cause I'm from Magazine
Nigga I'm from
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
Nigga I'm from
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E

1:]
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
M.A.G.A.Z.I.N.E. Vallejo, California my
No pity, for a can't be no sissy
Motherfuckers weed like a hippy, get tipsy, like Wine-O's, stay whisky
Country ass city boys with rifles bring the ruckus
Beverly Hillbillies big old motherfuckers
What'cha mean my nigga, got every in the world for sale
I ain't Wayne Brady but make a deal
Like Drew Carey, the price is right
I got pills, trees and that white white
The Hillside, have have heart
Just like the Watts we got the kidney walk
That's the hood landmark like Davidson Park
Cutlass thangs cruisers and larks
Posted thumps ginormous oversize guns
Me and my potnas my and my cousins

2:]
Uhh!
When I was a young cope a lion a young cat baby buffler
Money and muscle in the struggle, turf wars not tug-a-war
Shootouts, high speeds, on top of the and trees
On the side of the house cages, rifles and 223's
then it used to be pagers not Wi-fi and 4G
When I was seventeen me and my crew half on a key
Now I'm making more in a day and my momma making a
Jewelry, clothes, new on my feet
Having my cabbage hella a laffish trunk full of prop
Roofers, tweeters and horns, doing fuckin job
Getting em up em, bobbing and weaving beastin'
Nickeling up with in the middle of the street in
my strips and medal no process Zurich-est gold
Pickos in the summer, even it ain't cold
I throw my H in the sky, everywhere I go makes you
If they ask you where I'm from, tell em

3:]
Alhambra, Beverly Drive, La
Street, Carmel, Didion Court, Wilshire
Hollywood Ave, Volute, Magazine Street
Half of my cash yolkin, the gas smokin'
... parking my car in the feeling good
Sitting on top of the hood be flicking and serving knocks bags, giving them love juh
24 shift and grittin everyday all day
7-11 turf for even a lil warmed up in the
Hillside for life, always been my bread
Look up to Alick, Rick Young, Too-Shay, Ju Ju and OG
Jon Jon and Robert Craig, Victor, and Tyrone and em
Smith and Loney Smurf, Jimmy Blackman and all of them
See the spot right here, this used to be Mr.
Why give a Wine-O a dollar to buy a for me?
Around the corner from the and Mickey D
You 'lible to find me at the Kit-Way alley
BEATCH!