Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

Smoking weed, chrome
Only thing ever known
Is on the wild side
to our life

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

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

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

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

Can you me back in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre I hit some weed
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, trying to get
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My uncle gave me a of work
And that was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga with me
wasn't nothing to us
Dead wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my best had a life sentence
How my uncle was just like me
And had a bunch of partners no living
All about cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
Window tinted, pistol
That's the shit I come from
In my heart, fear ain't
tall, I can't run from
That side, that I walk on

weed, riding chrome
Only thing I've known
Is walk on the side
to our lives

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

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

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

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