Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

Smoking weed, chrome
Only thing I've known
Is walk on the wild
Welcome to our

keys, spraying K's
Every day we getting
To walk on the side
Welcome to our

Come take a little walk with me through my
And spend a day in my trap
Get your paper right and that yay some
But just keep a tool in lap
My lil' holding that work
Nigga weight then keep around back
not violate on my turf
Nigga yesterday just died like
Ain't no investigation, no
And no witnesses, we ain't seen
Pull up dark with that jewellery on
To see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark with no street lights
That pistol play after fights
And them monsters walk all night
With they crack pipes get right
Midnight we shoot
The whole smelling like cooked crack
You beat me, and you shit
You get bitch, and I took that
Hood on deck, that loud is all I blow
This shit to you it sound wild
But this is all I know

weed, riding chrome
Only thing I've known
Is on the wild side
to our life

Slangin' keys, K's
Every day we paid
To on the wild side
to our life

Can you me back in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre I hit some weed
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, trying to get
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My gave me a bunch of work
And that shit was gone by the morning
Young wild runnin' with me
Homicide nothing to us
Dead body nothin' to see
That pistol was just fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my best had a life sentence
How my uncle was just like me
And had a bunch of partners no longer
All about that cocaine
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
Window tinted, hidden
That's the that I come from
In my heart, fear ain't
Stand tall, I can't run
wild side, that I walk on

Smoking weed, chrome
Only thing I've ever
Is walk on the side
Welcome to our

keys, spraying K's
Every day we getting
To walk on the side
Welcome to our

All I did was put on
All my old tryna get on
Shorty fell out, diss songs
talk down when I get home
Ain't the of nigga you can shit on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
That's body, Jim Jones
know the sound of how we switch on him
Finna wild out on a Tip
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip
First get the bread, then get
From the land of the lead where spit chrome
Where most never get to live long
They get pissed off, get on
whipped and stripped, homie
Left for a minute and they on me
Caught them down, tryna bitch on me
And they snitch on me, ain't got on me
So my guess is death is what wish on me
So I'm on them candles
Closed lids and dark
Cause hate's part time when you on that wild side

Smoking weed, chrome
Only thing I've ever
Is on the wild side
to our life

Slangin' keys, K's
day we getting paid
To walk on the wild
to our life