Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

Come take a little walk with me my neighbourhood
And spend a day in my trap
Get your paper and that yay some good
But keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding that
Nigga want then keep around back
Betta not on my turf
Nigga yesterday just died like
Ain't no investigation, no
And no witnesses, we ain't seen
Pull up after with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that he get it
We on dark roads with no lights
That pistol play after fights
And them geek monsters all night
With crack pipes tryna get right
Midnight we dice
The whole house smelling like cooked
You beat me, and you shit
You get bitch, and I took that
rats on deck, that loud is all I blow
This shit to you it might sound
But life is all I know

Smoking weed, chrome
Only thing ever known
Is on the wild 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, trying to get
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My uncle me a bunch of work
And that was gone by the next morning
wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't to us
Dead body nothin' to see
That play was just fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my best friend had a sentence
How my friend 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 chrome
tinted, pistol hidden
That's the shit that I from
In my heart, fear none
Stand tall, I can't run
That wild side, I walk on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old friends get on
fell out, making diss songs
Never down when I get home
Ain't the of nigga you can shit on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we 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 spit chrome
most kids 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 on me, ain't got shit on me
So my guess is death is what wish on me
So I'm blowing on them
Closed lids and dark
Cause hate's never time when you on that wild side

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

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