Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

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

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

keys, spraying K's
Every day we paid
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, to get keys
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 runnin' with me
Homicide nothing to us
Dead wasn't nothin' to see
pistol play was just fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my best friend had a sentence
How my uncle friend was just me
And had a bunch of no longer living
All about that dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on chrome
Window tinted, pistol
That's the shit that I come
In my heart, fear ain't
Stand tall, I can't run
That wild side, that I on

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

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

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

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

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