Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

Come take a little walk with me through my
And come a day in my trap
Get paper right and that yay some good
But keep a tool in your lap
My patna holding that work
Nigga weight then keep around back
Betta not violate on my
Nigga just died like that
no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we ain't shit
Pull up after with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that he get it
We on roads with no street lights
That pistol play after fights
And them geek monsters walk all
With they pipes tryna get right
Midnight we shoot
The house smelling like cooked crack
You beat me, and you talk
You get shot bitch, and I that
Hood rats on deck, that loud is all I
This to you it might sound wild
But this is all I know

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

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

Can you picture me 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 me a bunch of work
And shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga with me
Homicide wasn't to us
Dead wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol was just fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my friend had a life sentence
How my uncle friend was like me
And had a of partners no longer living
All about that dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
Window tinted, hidden
That's the that I come from
In my heart, ain't none
Stand tall, I run from
wild side, that I walk on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old friends get on
Shorty fell out, making diss
Never talk when I get home
Ain't the 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
wild out on a Tip song
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip
First get the bread, get going
From the of the lead where they spit chrome
Where most kids never get to live
They get off, get pissed on
Pistol and stripped, homie
Left for a minute and they on me
Caught them down, tryna bitch on me
And they snitch on me, ain't got on me
So my guess is death is they wish on me
So I'm blowing on them
lids and dark eyes
Cause hate's never part when you on that wild side

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

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