Luyện nghe bài hát Wildin'

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

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

(X2)

[Verse Layzie Bone:]
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 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 Bone Thug get wild,
Get foul in the crowd like do that what? Do that shit now,
We the same damn niggas, yayo, sippin 40s,
Wearin khakis the timbs on, mothafuckas know the story,
We can't rap alone, the game need us,
Think you can us or beat us, come on, Cleatus!
Mess up drank you drankin,
Puff on that you smokin,
My niggas ain't jokin,
And I came to get you open off weed, weed, weed, weed...

(X2)

[Verse Three: Bone/Wish Bone]

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

(X4)