Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

Come take a little with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my
Get paper right and that yay some good
But keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that
Nigga want weight then around back
Betta not on my turf
Nigga yesterday just like that
no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we ain't seen
Pull up after dark with that on
To see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads no street lights
That pistol after fist fights
And them monsters walk all night
With they pipes tryna get right
Midnight we dice
The whole smelling like cooked crack
You beat me, and you shit
You get bitch, and I took that
rats on deck, that loud is all I blow
This shit to you it might wild
But life is all I know

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

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

Can you me back in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit some
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, to get keys
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My uncle me a bunch of work
And that was gone by the next morning
Young nigga runnin' with me
wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't to see
That pistol was just fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my friend had a life sentence
How my uncle friend was like me
And had a of partners no longer living
All that cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on chrome
Window tinted, hidden
That's the that I come from
In my heart, ain't none
Stand tall, I can't run
That side, that I walk on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old friends get on
Shorty out, making diss songs
Never talk when I get home
Ain't the type of nigga you can on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
That's body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we on him
wild out on a Tip song
Better a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get the bread, get going
From the of the lead where they spit chrome
Where kids never get to live long
get pissed off, get pissed on
Pistol whipped and stripped,
Left for a minute and switched on me
Caught them talking down, bitch on me
And they snitch on me, got shit on me
So my guess is death is what they on me
So I'm blowing on them
lids and dark eyes
Cause hate's part time when you on that wild side

Smoking weed, riding
Only thing ever known
Is walk on the wild
to our life

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