Luyện nghe bài hát Wildin'

[Chorus: Bone] (X2)
You need reefer we smokin the Bombay,
You need liquor we pourin 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 that don't give a thuggish ruggish mothafuck,
We come to some of my partners come to fuck it up,
em, turn the fuckin music up,
Get it crunk, what,
Fill up on my cup,
out for security, cause we bout to blaze the doob up,
Let's and burn, choke the herb,
So come on the train, you should ride it,
Make you bring your Mary Jane, and personal lighter,
We that fire, fire; baby, baby,
Krayzie, faded, we blaze all day,
we rumble, (uh oh)
We like animals out the jungle,
em fall, collapse, stumble, and fumble, just like drunk hoes.

(X2)

[Verse Two: Bone:]
Biz got the extra green and nicotine and Krayzie off sin,
Me and just got to the club and man they better let us in,
Cause we got to spend and I know they really don't 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 Bone party get wild,
Get foul in the crowd like do what? Do that shit right now,
We the same niggas, sellin yayo, sippin 40s,
Wearin khakis with the on, mothafuckas know the story,
We can't leave rap alone, the need us,
you can handle us or beat us, come on, Cleatus!
Mess up drank you drankin,
Puff on weed you smokin,
My ain't never jokin,
And I came to get you open off weed, weed, weed, weed...

(X2)

[Verse Three: Bizzy Bone]

Coke & Henny and I'm irie,
Wanna try me, nigga die, we
Slide up in the club, ready,
get wild, hey, highly
Intoxicated, up that firy,
rotten,
Glock in the block, and please it,
you niggas, Oh Jesus!
What is the secret, is the reason,
my metal trinkets,
Wish the pain for these niggas,
believe 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 little in that Cris,
It'll make you nicer,
as fuck but don't get it twisted,
I will cha, fight cha,
In the of the party,
With a thugs right by me,
And you wanna try me!
What I got to
And I'm mad as fuck Imma run em out they shoes,
your own smoke,
And your own drink, that's rules, foo!

(X4)