Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

Smoking weed, chrome
Only thing I've ever
Is on the wild side
to our life

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

Come take a walk with me through my neighbourhood
And spend a day in my trap
Get your paper and that yay some good
But just keep a in your lap
My lil' patna holding work
Nigga want weight then keep back
Betta not on my turf
Nigga just died like that
Ain't no investigation, no
And no witnesses, we seen shit
Pull up after with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, what he get it
We on roads with no street lights
That pistol play fist fights
And them monsters walk all night
With they crack tryna get right
we shoot dice
The whole house smelling cooked crack
You me, and you talk shit
You get shot bitch, and I took
rats on deck, that loud is all I blow
This to you it might sound wild
But this is all I know

weed, riding chrome
Only thing ever known
Is walk on the wild
Welcome to our

Slangin' keys, K's
day we getting paid
To on the wild side
to our life

Can you me back in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit weed
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, to get keys
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My gave me a bunch of work
And that shit was gone by the next
wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't to us
Dead body nothin' to see
That pistol was just fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my friend had a life sentence
How my uncle was just like me
And had a bunch of no longer living
All about that dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
tinted, pistol hidden
That's the that I come from
In my heart, fear none
Stand tall, I can't run
wild side, that I walk on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old tryna get on
Shorty fell out, making diss
Never talk when I get home
the type of nigga you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick,
God body, big
hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we on him
Finna out on a Tip song
Better a toast, nigga, Tip home
get the bread, then get going
From the land of the lead where they chrome
most kids never get to live long
They get off, get pissed on
Pistol whipped and stripped,
Left for a minute and they on me
Caught them talking down, bitch on me
And they on me, ain't got shit on me
So my is death is what they wish on me
So I'm blowing on candles
lids and dark eyes
Cause hate's never time when you on that 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 paid
To on the wild side
to our life