Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

Smoking weed, chrome
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 wild
to our life

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

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

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

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
Young wild nigga runnin' me
Homicide wasn't to us
body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol was just fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my best friend had a life
How my uncle was just like me
And had a of partners no longer living
All about that cocaine
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
Window tinted, hidden
That's the shit I come from
In my heart, fear ain't
Stand tall, I run from
wild side, that I walk on

Smoking weed, riding
Only thing I've ever
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
Shorty fell out, diss songs
Never talk when I get home
Ain't the of nigga you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick,
God body, big
That's body, Jim Jones
Niggas the sound of how we switch on him
Finna out on a Tip song
Better a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get the bread, then get
From the land of the lead where they chrome
most kids never get to live long
They get off, get pissed on
whipped and stripped, homie
Left for a minute and switched on me
Caught them down, tryna bitch on me
And they on me, ain't got shit on me
So my guess is is what they wish on me
So I'm on them candles
Closed and dark eyes
Cause hate's never part time when you on wild side

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

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