Luyện nghe bài hát Hillside

Thus topic of news right now cameras
Captured a terrifying attack at a in Vallejo

Ridin the turf, on Magazine
You know I stay strapped, with a
Put it to your face, a magazine
I stay on the case, cause I'm Magazine
Nigga I'm from
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
Nigga I'm from
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 sucka be no sissy
Motherfuckers smoke like a hippy, get tipsy, like Wine-O's, stay whisky
Country ass city with honey rifles bring the ruckus
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
Like Carey, mane the price is right
I got pills, and that white white white
The Hillside, money have heart
Just like the Watts we got the kidney walk
That's the hood landmark like Davidson Park
Cutlass Oldsmobile cruisers and larks
Posted with thumps ginormous oversize
Me and my potnas my brothers and my

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Uhh!
When I was a young cope a lion though a young cat 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
then it used to be pagers not Wi-fi and 4G
When I was seventeen me and my crew went on a key
Now I'm making more in a day and my making a week
Jewelry, clothes, new shoes on my
Having my cabbage hella slap a trunk full of prop
Roofers, tweeters and horns, doing fuckin job
Getting em up thrown em, bobbing and beastin'
Nickeling up OG's 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 where I'm from, em Hillside

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Alhambra, Drive, La Brea
Earl Street, Carmel, Court, Wilshire
Hollywood Ave, Volute, Street rolling
Half of my 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 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
Miss Smith and Loney Smurf, Jimmy 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?
the corner from the Travelodge and Mickey D
You 'lible to me at the Kit-Way Bowling alley
BEATCH!