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 know I stay strapped, a magazine
Put it to face, like a magazine
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 sucka be no sissy
Motherfuckers smoke like a hippy, get tipsy, like Wine-O's, stay whisky
Country ass city boys with honey rifles bring the
Beverly Hillbillies big old motherfuckers
What'cha my nigga, got every narcotic in the world for sale
I ain't Brady but let's make a deal
Drew Carey, mane the price is right
I got pills, and that white white white
The Hillside, money have heart
Just like the Watts column we got the kidney
That's the hood like John Davidson Park
Cutlass Oldsmobile cruisers and larks
with thumps ginormous oversize guns
Me and my potnas my and my cousins

2:]
Uhh!
When I was a cope a lion though a young cat baby buffler
Money and born in the struggle, turf wars not tug-a-war
Shootouts, high speeds, on top of the and trees
On the side of the house with cages, rifles and
Back then it used to be not Wi-fi and 4G
When I was seventeen me and my crew went 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 slap a trunk full of prop
Roofers, tweeters and horns, they fuckin job
Getting em up thrown em, bobbing and weaving
up with OG's in the middle of the street in
Earning my strips and medal no process Zurich-est
Pickos in the summer, even when it ain't
I throw my H in the sky, everywhere I go makes you
If they ask you where I'm from, em Hillside

3:]
Alhambra, Beverly Drive, La
Earl Street, Carmel, Didion Court,
Ave, Volute, Magazine Street rolling
Half of my yolkin, punching the gas smokin'
... my car in the grass feeling good
Sitting on top of the hood be flicking and serving knocks pushing bags, giving them juh
24 hour shift and everyday all day
7-11 turf for a lil warmed up in the microwave
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
Smith and Loney Smurf, Jimmy Blackman and all of them
See the right here, this used to be Mr. Jimmy's
Why a Wine-O a dollar to buy a beer for me?
Around the corner the Travelodge and Mickey D
You 'lible to find me at the Kit-Way Bowling
BEATCH!