Luyện nghe bài hát Hillside

Thus topic of news right now cameras
a terrifying attack at a store in Vallejo

Ridin the turf, on Magazine
You know I stay strapped, with a
Put it to face, like a magazine
I on the case, cause I'm from Magazine
Nigga I'm from
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
Nigga I'm from
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E

1:]
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
M.A.G.A.Z.I.N.E. Vallejo, my city
No pity, for a can't be no sissy
Motherfuckers smoke weed like a hippy, get tipsy, Wine-O's, stay whisky
ass city boys with honey rifles bring the ruckus
Beverly Hillbillies big old motherfuckers
What'cha mean my nigga, got every in the world for sale
I Wayne Brady but let's make a deal
Like Drew Carey, mane the is right
I got pills, and that white white white
The Hillside, have money heart
Just like the Watts column we got the kidney
That's the landmark like John Davidson Park
Cutlass Oldsmobile cruisers and larks
Posted with ginormous oversize guns
Me and my potnas my and my cousins

2:]
Uhh!
When I was a cope a lion though a young cat baby buffler
Money and born in the struggle, turf wars not tug-a-war
Shootouts, high speeds, on top of the roof and
On the of the house with cages, rifles and 223's
Back then it to be pagers not Wi-fi and 4G
When I was seventeen me and my crew went on a key
Now I'm more in a day and my momma making a week
Jewelry, clothes, new shoes on my
Having my cabbage hella slap a trunk full of prop
Roofers, tweeters and horns, doing fuckin job
em up thrown em, bobbing and weaving beastin'
Nickeling up OG's in the middle of the street in
Earning my strips and medal no Zurich-est gold
Pickos in the summer, even when it ain't
I throw my H in the sky, everywhere I go makes you
If ask you where I'm from, tell em Hillside

3:]
Alhambra, Drive, La Brea
Earl Street, Carmel, Court, Wilshire
Ave, Volute, Magazine Street rolling
Half of my yolkin, punching the gas smokin'
... parking my car in the feeling good
Sitting on top of the hood be flicking and serving knocks pushing bags, them love juh
24 hour and grittin everyday all day
turf for even a lil warmed up in the microwave
Hillside for life, always been my bread
Look up to Alick, Young, Too-Shay, Ju Ju and OG Nitch
Jon Jon and Craig, Victor, Cook and Tyrone and em
Miss Smith and Smurf, Jimmy Blackman and all of them
See the spot right here, this used to be Mr.
Why give a Wine-O a to buy a beer for me?
Around the corner from the Travelodge and D
You 'lible to me at the Kit-Way Bowling alley
BEATCH!