Luyện nghe bài hát Wildin'

[Chorus: Krayzie (X2)
You need some reefer we the Bombay,
You need some we pourin it all day,
Lookin for drama my be wildin',
Hey, fuck, hey, fuck, hey, fuck, hey, hey.

[Verse Krayzie Bone]
Guess who just in the club,
Them niggas that don't give a thuggish mothafuck,
We come to party; some of my partners come to it up,
em, turn the fuckin music up,
Get it crunk, what,
up on my niggas cup,
Watch out for security, cause we bout to the doob up,
smoke and burn, choke the herb,
So come on the train, you should ride it,
Make sure you bring your Mary Jane, and lighter,
We that fire, fire; baby, baby,
Krayzie, faded, we shit all day,
we rumble, (uh oh)
We like animals out the jungle,
em fall, collapse, stumble, and fumble, just like drunk hoes.

(X2)

[Verse Layzie Bone:]
Biz got the extra green and and Krayzie off that sin,
Me and Wish just got to the club and man they let us in,
Cause we got cheese to and I know they really don't want no trouble,
My get double double or we got get on a hustle,
And it ain't no party like a Bone Thug party, cause a Bone Thug get wild,
Get foul in the crowd like do that what? Do shit right now,
We the same damn niggas, yayo, sippin 40s,
Wearin khakis the timbs on, mothafuckas know the story,
We leave rap alone, the game need us,
Think you can us or beat us, come on, Cleatus!
up that drank you drankin,
Puff on that you smokin,
My niggas ain't jokin,
And I came to get you off this weed, weed, weed, weed...

(X2)

[Verse Three: Bizzy Bone]

Coke & and I'm feelin irie,
Wanna try me, pussy die, we
Slide up in the club, ready,
Wanna get wild, hey,
Intoxicated, Fucked up firy,
rotten,
Glock in the block, and please it,
you niggas, Oh Jesus!
What is the secret, is the reason,
my metal trinkets,
Wish bring the pain for niggas,
believe it

I'm a drink, I'm a smoke,
When I hit the I'm in the back door,
We dem no problems,
But if you em we can dance, ho,
Higher, higher, put a little Henn in Cris,
make you righter nicer,
Drunk as fuck but get it twisted,
I will cha, fight cha,
In the of the party,
a hundred thugs right by me,
And you don't try me!
I got to lose?
And I'm mad as Imma run em out they shoes, move
Bring own smoke,
And own drink, that's Thug's rules, foo!

(X4)