Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

Come take a little with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my
Get your paper right and that yay good
But just a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that
Nigga want weight then keep back
Betta not on my turf
Nigga just died like that
no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we seen shit
Pull up after dark that jewellery on
To see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no lights
That pistol play after fights
And them geek monsters all night
they crack pipes tryna get right
Midnight we shoot
The whole house like cooked crack
You beat me, and you shit
You get shot bitch, and I that
Hood rats on deck, that loud is all I
This shit to you it might wild
But this life is all I

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

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

Can you picture me in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre I hit some weed
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, trying to get
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My uncle me a bunch of work
And shit was gone by the next morning
wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide nothing to us
Dead wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my friend had a life sentence
How my uncle friend was just 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, hidden
That's the shit that I from
In my heart, fear none
Stand tall, I can't run
That wild side, that I on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old friends get on
fell out, making diss songs
Never down when I get home
Ain't the type of you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick,
God body, big
That's hard body, Jim
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 of the lead where they spit chrome
Where most never get to live long
They get pissed off, get on
Pistol whipped and stripped,
Left for a minute and switched on me
Caught them talking down, tryna on me
And snitch on me, ain't got shit on me
So my guess is is what they wish on me
So I'm blowing on candles
Closed lids and dark
Cause hate's never part time when you on that wild

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

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