Luyện nghe bài hát Hillside

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

Ridin the turf, on Magazine
You know I strapped, with a magazine
Put it to your face, a magazine
I stay on the case, cause I'm from
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, my city
No pity, for a can't be no sissy
Motherfuckers smoke weed like a hippy, get tipsy, like Wine-O's, stay
Country ass city boys with rifles bring the ruckus
Hillbillies big old corn-fed motherfuckers
What'cha my nigga, got every narcotic in the world for sale
I Wayne Brady but let's make a deal
Drew Carey, mane the price is right
I got pills, trees and that white white
The Hillside, have money have
Just like the Watts column we got the kidney
That's the landmark like John Davidson Park
Cutlass Oldsmobile thangs and larks
with thumps ginormous oversize guns
Me and my my brothers and my cousins

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Uhh!
When I was a young cope a lion though a cat baby buffler
Money and muscle born in the struggle, wars not tug-a-war
Shootouts, high speeds, on top of the and trees
On the side of the with cages, rifles and 223's
Back it used to be pagers not Wi-fi 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 slap a laffish trunk of prop
Roofers, tweeters and horns, they fuckin job
em up thrown em, bobbing and weaving beastin'
Nickeling up with in the middle of the street in
my strips and medal no process Zurich-est gold
Pickos in the summer, even it ain't cold
I throw my H in the sky, everywhere I go you wide
If ask you where I'm from, tell em Hillside

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Alhambra, Drive, La Brea
Earl Street, Carmel, Court, Wilshire
Hollywood Ave, Volute, Street rolling
of my cash yolkin, punching the gas smokin'
... my car in the grass feeling good
Sitting on top of the hood be and serving knocks pushing bags, giving them love juh
24 hour and grittin everyday all day
7-11 turf for 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 Robert Craig, Victor, Cook and and em
Miss Smith and Smurf, Jimmy Blackman and all of them
See the right here, this used to be Mr. Jimmy's
Why give a Wine-O a dollar to buy a for me?
Around the corner from the and Mickey D
You 'lible to find me at the Kit-Way Bowling
BEATCH!