Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

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

Smoking weed, chrome
thing 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
to our life

Can you me back 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 gave me a of work
And that shit was by the next morning
wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide nothing to us
Dead body wasn't to see
pistol play was just fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my best friend had a sentence
How my friend was just like me
And had a bunch of partners no longer
All about cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
Window tinted, pistol
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, chrome
thing I've ever known
Is on the wild side
to our lives

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

All I did was put on
All my old tryna get on
Shorty fell out, diss songs
Never talk when I get home
Ain't the of nigga you can shit on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the of how we switch on him
Finna out on a Tip song
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip
get the bread, then get going
From the land of the lead where spit chrome
Where kids never get to live long
get pissed off, get pissed on
Pistol whipped and stripped,
Left for a minute and they on me
them talking down, tryna bitch on me
And they 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 lids and dark
Cause hate's never part time when you on that wild

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

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