Luyện nghe bài hát Wildin'

[Chorus: Krayzie (X2)
You need reefer we smokin the Bombay,
You need some liquor we it all day,
Lookin for drama my be wildin',
Hey, fuck, hey, fuck, hey, fuck, hey, hey.

[Verse One: Krayzie
Guess who stepped in the club,
Them niggas that don't give a ruggish mothafuck,
We come to party; of my partners come to fuck it up,
Stuff em, turn the music up,
Get it crunk, what,
up on my niggas cup,
Watch out for security, cause we bout to the doob up,
smoke and burn, choke the herb,
So come on the train, you should ride it,
Make sure you bring your Jane, and personal lighter,
We that fire, fire; baby, baby,
Krayzie, faded, we blaze all day,
we rumble, (uh oh)
We just animals out the jungle,
Make em fall, collapse, stumble, and fumble, just like hoes.

(X2)

[Verse Two: Layzie
Biz got the green and nicotine and Krayzie off that sin,
Me and just got to the club and man they better let us in,
Cause we got cheese to spend and I know they really want no trouble,
My heat get double or we got get on a hustle,
And it ain't no party like a Bone Thug party, cause a Thug party get wild,
Get foul in the crowd like do that Do that shit right now,
We the same niggas, sellin yayo, sippin 40s,
khakis with the timbs on, mothafuckas know the story,
We can't leave rap alone, the need us,
Think you can us or beat us, come on, Cleatus!
Mess up that you drankin,
Puff on that you smokin,
My ain't never jokin,
And I to get you open off this weed, weed, weed, weed...

(X2)

[Verse Three: Bizzy Bone]

Coke & and I'm feelin irie,
Wanna try me, pussy die, we
Slide up in the club, ready,
Wanna get wild, hey,
Intoxicated, up that firy,
rotten,
Glock in the block, and believe it,
you niggas, Oh Jesus!
What is the secret, is the reason,
Clutchin my trinkets,
Wish bring the pain for niggas,
believe it

I'm a drink, I'm a smoke,
When I hit the club I'm in the door,
We dem no problems,
But if you em we can dance, ho,
Higher, higher, put a Henn in that Cris,
It'll make you nicer,
as fuck but don't get it twisted,
I light cha, fight cha,
In the of the party,
With a hundred thugs by me,
And you don't try me!
What I got to
And I'm mad as Imma run em out they shoes, move
Bring own smoke,
And your own drink, that's rules, foo!

(X4)