Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

Smoking weed, riding
Only I've ever known
Is walk on the wild
to our life

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

Come take a little walk me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my
Get your right and that yay some good
But just keep a in your lap
My lil' holding that work
Nigga want weight then around back
not violate on my turf
Nigga yesterday just died that
no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we ain't seen
Pull up after dark with that on
To come see a bitch, what he get it
We on dark roads no street lights
That pistol play after fist
And them geek walk all night
they crack pipes tryna get right
Midnight we shoot
The whole smelling like cooked crack
You beat me, and you talk
You get shot bitch, and I that
Hood rats on deck, that loud is all I
This shit to you it might wild
But life is all I know

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

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

Can you picture me in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit some
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, trying to get
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My uncle gave me a bunch of
And that shit was gone by the next
Young nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't to us
Dead wasn't nothin' to see
pistol play was just fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my friend had a life sentence
How my uncle was just like me
And had a bunch of no longer living
All about that dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on chrome
Window tinted, hidden
That's the shit that I come
In my heart, fear ain't
tall, I can't run from
That wild side, I walk on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old tryna get on
fell out, making diss songs
Never talk down when I get
Ain't the type of you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick,
God body, big
hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas the sound of how we switch on him
Finna out on a Tip song
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip
First get the bread, then get
From the land of the lead where they spit
most kids never get to live long
They get pissed off, get on
Pistol whipped and stripped,
for a minute and they switched on me
Caught them talking down, tryna on me
And they on me, ain't got shit on me
So my is death is what they wish on me
So I'm blowing on candles
Closed lids and dark
hate's never part time when you on that wild side

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

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