Luyện nghe bài hát Wildin'

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

[Verse One: Bone]
Guess who stepped in the club,
Them niggas that give a thuggish ruggish mothafuck,
We come to some of my partners come to fuck it up,
Stuff em, turn the fuckin up,
Get it crunk, what,
up on my niggas cup,
Watch out for security, cause we bout to blaze the up,
Let's and burn, choke the herb,
So come on ride the train, you should it,
Make sure you bring your Mary Jane, and lighter,
We keep that fire, baby, baby,
Krayzie, faded, we shit all day,
we rumble, (uh oh)
We just animals out the jungle,
em fall, collapse, stumble, and fumble, just like drunk hoes.

(X2)

[Verse Two: Bone:]
Biz got the extra and nicotine and Krayzie off that sin,
Me and Wish just got to the and man they better let us in,
Cause we got cheese to spend and I know really don't want no trouble,
My get double 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 like do that what? Do that shit right now,
We the damn niggas, sellin yayo, sippin 40s,
Wearin with the timbs on, mothafuckas know the story,
We can't rap alone, the game need us,
you can handle us or beat us, come on, Cleatus!
Mess up that you drankin,
Puff on weed you smokin,
My niggas never jokin,
And I to get you open off this weed, weed, weed, weed...

(X2)

[Verse Three: Bizzy Bone/Wish

Coke & Henny and I'm irie,
try me, pussy nigga die, we
Slide up in the club, ready,
get wild, hey, highly
Intoxicated, Fucked up 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,
Please it

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

(X4)