Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

Smoking weed, riding
Only thing ever known
Is on the wild side
to our life

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

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

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

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

Can you picture me in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre I hit some weed
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, to get keys
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My uncle gave me a bunch of
And that shit was gone by the next
Young wild nigga with me
Homicide wasn't to us
Dead wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my best friend had a sentence
How my uncle friend was like me
And had a bunch of partners no living
All about that cocaine
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
Window tinted, hidden
the shit that I come from
In my heart, fear none
Stand tall, I run from
That wild side, I walk on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old tryna get on
Shorty fell out, diss songs
Never talk when I get home
Ain't the type of nigga you can on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we on him
wild out on a Tip song
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip
get the bread, then get going
From the of the lead where they spit chrome
Where most kids never get to live
get pissed off, get pissed on
Pistol and stripped, homie
Left for a and they switched on me
Caught them talking down, bitch on me
And they snitch on me, ain't got on me
So my is death is what they wish on me
So I'm on them candles
Closed and dark eyes
Cause hate's never part time when you on wild side

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

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