Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

Come take a little walk with me my neighbourhood
And come a day in my trap
Get paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a tool in lap
My lil' patna holding that
Nigga want then keep around back
not violate 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 come see a bitch, what he get it
We on dark roads with no street
That pistol play after fights
And them geek monsters walk all
With they crack tryna get right
we shoot dice
The whole house smelling like crack
You me, and you talk shit
You get shot bitch, and I that
Hood rats on deck, loud is all I blow
This to you it might sound wild
But life is all I know

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

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

Can you picture me in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre 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
wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't to us
body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol was just fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my best had a life sentence
How my uncle friend was like me
And had a bunch of no longer living
All about that dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on chrome
tinted, pistol hidden
That's the shit I come from
In my heart, fear none
tall, I can't run from
That side, that I walk on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old tryna get on
fell out, making diss songs
Never talk when I get home
Ain't the type of nigga you can on
Hundred spokes, brick,
God body, big
That's body, Jim Jones
know the sound of how we switch on him
Finna out on a Tip song
Better 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
Pistol and stripped, homie
for a minute and they switched on me
Caught them talking down, 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 wild side

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

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