Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

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

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

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

Can you me back in '93
Dr. Dre while I hit some weed
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 gone by the morning
Young wild nigga runnin' me
Homicide nothing to us
Dead body nothin' to see
That play was just fun to us
I was 19 with two
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 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 none
Stand tall, I run from
That side, that I walk on

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

Slangin' keys, 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
Never talk when I get home
Ain't the of nigga 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
make a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get the bread, get going
From the land of the lead where they chrome
Where kids never get to live long
They get pissed off, get on
whipped and stripped, homie
Left for a minute and they on me
them talking down, tryna bitch on me
And snitch on me, ain't got shit on me
So my guess is death is what they on me
So I'm on them candles
Closed and dark eyes
Cause hate's never part time when you on wild side

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

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