Luyện nghe bài hát Hillside

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

Ridin through the turf, on
You know I strapped, with a magazine
Put it to your face, a magazine
I on the case, cause I'm from Magazine
I'm from 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, 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
mean my nigga, got every narcotic 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, and that white white white
The Hillside, have have heart
Just like the Watts we got the kidney walk
That's the hood landmark like John Park
Cutlass Oldsmobile thangs cruisers and
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 born in the struggle, wars not tug-a-war
Shootouts, speeds, on top of the roof and trees
On the of the house with cages, rifles 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 in a day and my momma making a week
Jewelry, clothes, new shoes on my
Having my cabbage hella a laffish trunk full of prop
Roofers, tweeters and horns, doing 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 Zurich-est gold
Pickos in the summer, even when it cold
I throw my H in the sky, everywhere I go makes you
If they ask you where I'm from, em Hillside

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Alhambra, Drive, La Brea
Earl Street, Carmel, Court, Wilshire
Hollywood Ave, Volute, Magazine Street
Half of my yolkin, punching the gas smokin'
... parking my car in the grass good
Sitting on top of the be flicking and serving knocks pushing bags, giving them love juh
24 hour shift and everyday all day
7-11 turf for a lil warmed up in the microwave
Hillside for life, always been about my
Look up to Alick, Young, Too-Shay, Ju Ju and OG Nitch
Jon Jon and Robert Craig, Victor, and Tyrone and em
Miss Smith and Loney Smurf, Jimmy and all of them
See the spot right here, this used to be Mr.
Why give a a dollar to buy a beer for me?
Around the corner the Travelodge and Mickey D
You 'lible to me at the Kit-Way Bowling alley
BEATCH!