Luyện nghe bài hát Hillside

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

Ridin through the turf, on
You know I stay strapped, with a
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

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

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

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