Luyện nghe bài hát Wildin'

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

[Verse One: Krayzie
who just stepped in the club,
Them niggas that don't give a ruggish mothafuck,
We come to some of my partners come to fuck it up,
Stuff em, the fuckin music up,
Get it crunk, what,
up on my niggas cup,
Watch out for security, cause we bout to blaze the up,
Let's smoke and burn, the herb,
So come on ride the train, you should it,
Make sure you bring Mary 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, like drunk hoes.

(X2)

[Verse Layzie Bone:]
Biz got the extra green and 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 heat get double or we got get on a hustle,
And it ain't no party a Bone Thug party, cause a Bone Thug party get wild,
Get in the crowd like do that what? Do that shit right now,
We the damn niggas, sellin yayo, sippin 40s,
Wearin khakis the timbs on, mothafuckas know the story,
We can't leave rap alone, the game us,
you can handle us or beat us, come on, Cleatus!
Mess up drank you drankin,
Puff on that you smokin,
My ain't never jokin,
And I came to get you off this weed, weed, weed, weed...

(X2)

[Verse Three: Bizzy Bone/Wish

Coke & Henny and I'm 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 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 Henn in that Cris,
It'll make you nicer,
Drunk as fuck but 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 they shoes,
your own smoke,
And your own drink, that's rules, foo!

(X4)