Luyện nghe bài hát Hillside

Thus topic of news now surveillance cameras
a terrifying attack at a store in Vallejo

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

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H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
M.A.G.A.Z.I.N.E. Vallejo, my city
No pity, for a sucka can't be no
Motherfuckers smoke weed like a hippy, get tipsy, like Wine-O's, whisky
Country ass city boys with honey rifles the ruckus
Beverly Hillbillies big old corn-fed
What'cha mean my nigga, got every in the world for sale
I ain't Wayne Brady but let's make a
Drew Carey, mane the price is right
I got pills, trees and that white white
The Hillside, have have heart
like the Watts column we got the kidney walk
That's the hood landmark like Davidson Park
Cutlass Oldsmobile cruisers and larks
Posted with ginormous oversize guns
Me and my potnas my brothers and my

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Uhh!
When I was a young a lion though a young cat baby buffler
and muscle born in the struggle, turf wars not tug-a-war
Shootouts, high speeds, on top of the roof and
On the side of the house with cages, and 223's
Back then it to be pagers not Wi-fi and 4G
When I was seventeen me and my went half on a key
Now I'm making more in a day and my momma making a
Jewelry, clothes, new shoes on my
Having my hella slap a laffish trunk full of prop
Roofers, tweeters and horns, doing fuckin job
Getting em up thrown em, bobbing and weaving
Nickeling up with in the middle of the street in
Earning my strips and medal no Zurich-est gold
Pickos in the summer, when it ain't cold
I throw my H in the sky, I go makes you wide
If they ask you where I'm from, tell em

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Alhambra, Drive, La Brea
Street, Carmel, Didion Court, Wilshire
Hollywood Ave, Volute, Magazine Street
Half of my cash yolkin, punching the gas
... my car in the grass feeling good
Sitting on top of the hood be flicking and serving knocks pushing bags, giving love juh
24 shift and grittin everyday all day
turf for even a lil warmed up in the microwave
Hillside for life, always been my bread
Look up to Alick, Rick Young, Too-Shay, Ju Ju and OG
Jon Jon and Craig, Victor, Cook and Tyrone and em
Miss and Loney Smurf, Jimmy Blackman and all of them
See the spot here, this used to be Mr. Jimmy's
Why give a a dollar to buy a beer for me?
Around the from the Travelodge and Mickey D
You 'lible to me at the Kit-Way Bowling alley
BEATCH!