Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

Come take a walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come a day in my trap
Get paper right and that yay some good
But keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that
Nigga want weight keep around back
Betta not on my turf
Nigga just died like that
no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we ain't seen
up after dark with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that he get it
We on dark roads no street lights
That pistol play after fights
And them geek monsters walk all
they crack pipes tryna get right
Midnight we shoot
The whole house smelling like cooked
You me, and you talk 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

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

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

Can you picture me in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit some
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, to get keys
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My gave me a bunch of work
And that was gone by the next morning
wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide nothing to us
body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol was just fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my friend had a life sentence
How my uncle was just like me
And had a bunch of partners no living
All that cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
Window tinted, pistol
That's the shit I come from
In my heart, fear none
Stand tall, I can't run
That wild side, I walk on

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

Slangin' keys, K's
day we getting paid
To on the wild 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 nigga you can on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
That's body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we on him
Finna wild out on a Tip
make a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get the bread, then get
the land of the lead where they spit chrome
Where kids never get to live long
get pissed off, get pissed on
Pistol and stripped, homie
for a minute and they switched on me
Caught them talking down, bitch on me
And snitch on me, ain't got shit on me
So my guess is death is they wish on me
So I'm blowing on candles
Closed lids and dark
Cause hate's never part time when you on wild side

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
Welcome to our