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
Every day we paid
To walk on the wild
Welcome to our

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 holding work
Nigga want weight then keep back
Betta not violate on my
Nigga yesterday just died like
no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we ain't seen
Pull up dark with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, what he get it
We on roads with no street lights
That pistol play after fist
And geek monsters walk all night
With they crack pipes get right
Midnight we shoot
The whole smelling like cooked crack
You beat me, and you talk
You get bitch, and I took that
Hood rats on deck, loud is all I blow
shit to you it might sound wild
But this life is all I

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

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

Can you picture me in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit some
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, trying to get
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My gave me a bunch of work
And that shit was by the next morning
Young wild runnin' with me
Homicide nothing to us
Dead body wasn't to see
That play was just fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
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 cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on chrome
Window tinted, hidden
That's the shit I come from
In my heart, ain't none
tall, I can't run from
That side, that I walk on

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

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

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

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

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