Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

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

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

Slangin' keys, 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
wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't to us
Dead body nothin' to see
pistol play was just fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my best had a life sentence
How my uncle friend was just me
And had a bunch of partners no living
All that cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
Window tinted, hidden
That's the shit that I from
In my heart, fear ain't
Stand tall, I run from
That wild side, that I on

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

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

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

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

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