Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

Come take a little walk me through my neighbourhood
And come a day in my trap
Get paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a in your lap
My lil' patna holding that
Nigga want then keep around back
not violate on my turf
Nigga yesterday died like that
no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we seen shit
Pull up after dark that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that he get it
We on dark with no street lights
That pistol play after fights
And them geek monsters all night
With crack 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
rats on deck, that loud is all I blow
This to you it might sound wild
But this life is all I

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

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

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 me a bunch of work
And that shit was gone by the morning
Young wild nigga with me
Homicide wasn't to us
Dead wasn't nothin' to see
pistol play was just fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my best friend had a life
How my uncle friend was just me
And had a bunch of no longer living
All about that cocaine
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on chrome
tinted, pistol hidden
That's the shit that I come
In my heart, fear none
Stand tall, I can't run
That wild side, that I on

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

Slangin' keys, 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
Shorty fell out, diss songs
Never talk down when I get
Ain't the type of you can shit on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
That's 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 where they chrome
Where most never get to live long
They get off, get pissed on
Pistol whipped and stripped,
for a minute and they switched on me
Caught them talking down, bitch on me
And they snitch on me, ain't got on me
So my guess is death is what they on me
So I'm blowing on candles
Closed lids and eyes
Cause hate's never time when you on that wild side

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

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