Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

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 a tool in your lap
My lil' patna that work
Nigga want weight then around back
Betta not violate on my
Nigga just died like that
Ain't no investigation, no
And no witnesses, we ain't seen
Pull up after dark with that on
To see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no lights
That pistol play fist fights
And them monsters walk all night
With they pipes tryna get right
Midnight we dice
The whole house smelling cooked crack
You beat me, and you shit
You get bitch, and I took that
Hood rats on deck, loud is all I blow
shit to you it might sound wild
But this is all I know

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

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

Can you picture me in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit weed
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, trying to get
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My uncle me a bunch of work
And that shit was gone by the morning
Young wild nigga with me
wasn't nothing to us
Dead body nothin' to see
pistol play was just fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my best had a life sentence
How my friend was just 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, pistol
That's the that I come from
In my heart, fear ain't
Stand tall, I can't run
That wild side, that I on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old friends get on
Shorty fell out, making songs
Never down when I get home
the type of nigga you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick,
God body, big
hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the of how we switch on him
Finna out on a Tip song
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip
get the bread, then get going
From the land of the lead they spit chrome
Where most never get to live long
They get off, get pissed on
Pistol and stripped, homie
Left for a minute and they on me
Caught them talking down, bitch on me
And they snitch on me, got shit on me
So my guess is death is they wish on me
So I'm blowing on candles
Closed lids and eyes
Cause hate's part time when you on that wild side

Smoking weed, riding
Only thing ever known
Is walk on the wild
Welcome to our

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