Luyện nghe bài hát Hillside

Thus topic of right now surveillance cameras
Captured a attack at a store in Vallejo

Ridin through the turf, on
You I stay strapped, with a magazine
Put it to your face, like a
I stay on the case, cause I'm from
Nigga I'm from
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
I'm from 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, Wine-O's, stay whisky
ass city boys with honey rifles bring the ruckus
Beverly big old corn-fed motherfuckers
What'cha mean my nigga, got every narcotic in the for sale
I ain't Wayne but let's make a deal
Like Carey, mane the price is right
I got pills, trees and that white white
The Hillside, money have heart
Just like the column we got the kidney walk
That's the hood landmark like John Park
Cutlass thangs cruisers and larks
with thumps ginormous oversize guns
Me and my potnas my brothers and my

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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 roof and
On the side of the with cages, rifles and 223's
Back then it used to be pagers not and 4G
When I was me and my crew went half on a key
Now I'm more in a day and my momma making a week
Jewelry, clothes, new on my feet
Having my cabbage hella a laffish trunk full of prop
Roofers, tweeters and horns, doing they job
Getting em up thrown em, bobbing and beastin'
Nickeling up with in the middle of the street in
Earning my strips and medal no 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 I'm from, tell em Hillside

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