Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

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

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

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

Can you me back in '93
Dr. Dre while I hit some weed
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, to get keys
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My gave me a bunch of work
And that shit was gone by the next
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 friend had a life
How my uncle friend was like 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 that I come from
In my heart, fear none
Stand tall, I run from
wild side, that I walk on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old friends get on
Shorty fell out, making diss
Never talk when I get home
Ain't the type of nigga you can on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the of how we switch on him
wild out on a Tip song
Better a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get the bread, get going
From the land of the lead they spit chrome
Where kids never get to live long
They get off, get pissed on
Pistol and stripped, homie
for a minute and they switched on me
Caught them down, tryna bitch on me
And snitch on me, ain't got shit 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 time when you on that wild side

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

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