Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

Come take a little walk me through my neighbourhood
And come a day in my trap
Get your paper right and yay some good
But keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding work
Nigga want weight then around back
Betta not on my turf
Nigga yesterday died like that
no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we ain't shit
Pull up after dark with jewellery on
To see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no street
That pistol after fist fights
And them geek monsters 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 that
rats on deck, that loud is all I blow
This to you it might sound wild
But this life is all I

Smoking weed, chrome
thing I've ever 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

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 bunch of
And that shit was gone by the morning
Young wild nigga with me
Homicide wasn't to us
Dead body wasn't to see
That pistol play was 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 no longer living
All about that cocaine
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
Window tinted, hidden
That's the shit that I from
In my heart, ain't none
Stand tall, I run from
That side, that I walk on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old tryna get on
fell out, making diss songs
Never down when I get home
Ain't the type of you can shit on
spokes, brick, chrome
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, then get
the land 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 and they switched on me
Caught talking down, tryna bitch on me
And they snitch on me, ain't got on me
So my is death is what they wish on me
So I'm blowing on candles
lids and dark eyes
Cause hate's never part time when you on wild side

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

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