Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

Smoking weed, chrome
Only I've ever known
Is walk on the side
Welcome to our

keys, spraying K's
Every day we getting
To walk on the side
Welcome to our

Come a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my
Get your paper and that yay some good
But keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that
Nigga want weight then around back
not violate on my turf
Nigga yesterday died like that
no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we seen shit
Pull up after dark with that on
To see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no lights
That play after fist fights
And them monsters walk all night
With they crack pipes get right
Midnight we dice
The whole smelling like cooked crack
You beat me, and you shit
You get shot bitch, and I took
rats on deck, that loud is all I blow
This shit to you it might sound
But this is all I know

Smoking weed, riding
thing I've ever known
Is walk on the side
Welcome to our

keys, spraying K's
Every day we paid
To walk on the wild
Welcome to our

Can you picture me in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit some
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, to get keys
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My uncle me a bunch of work
And that was gone by the next morning
wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide nothing to us
Dead body wasn't to see
That pistol play was fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my friend had a life sentence
How my uncle friend was just me
And had a bunch of no longer living
All about that cocaine
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on chrome
tinted, pistol hidden
That's the shit I come from
In my heart, fear none
tall, I can't run from
That wild side, that I on

weed, riding chrome
Only I've ever known
Is walk on the wild
Welcome to our

keys, spraying K's
Every day we paid
To on the wild side
to our lives

All I did was put on
All my old tryna get on
Shorty fell out, making songs
Never talk down I get home
Ain't the of nigga you can shit on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we on him
wild out on a Tip song
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip
First get the bread, get going
From the land of the lead where they chrome
Where kids never get to live long
They get pissed off, get on
Pistol and stripped, homie
for a minute and they switched on me
Caught them talking down, tryna on me
And they on me, ain't got shit on me
So my guess is death is what they on me
So I'm blowing on candles
Closed and dark eyes
Cause hate's never part time you on that wild side

Smoking weed, riding
Only thing ever known
Is on the wild side
Welcome to our

keys, spraying K's
Every day we paid
To walk on the wild
Welcome to our