Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

Come take a little walk with me through my
And come a day in my trap
Get your paper right and that yay some
But keep a tool in your lap
My patna holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep back
Betta not on my turf
Nigga yesterday died like that
Ain't no investigation, no
And no witnesses, we ain't seen
Pull up dark with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, what he get it
We on dark with no street lights
That pistol play after fist
And geek monsters walk all night
With they pipes tryna get right
Midnight we shoot
The whole house smelling like cooked
You me, and you talk shit
You get bitch, and I took that
Hood on deck, that loud is all I blow
This to you it might sound wild
But this is all I know

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

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

Can you picture me in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre I hit some weed
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, to get keys
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My uncle me a bunch of work
And that shit was gone by the morning
wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't to us
Dead wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol was just fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my best had a life sentence
How my uncle friend was like me
And had a of partners no longer living
All that cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
Window tinted, pistol
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
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 lives

All I did was put on
All my old friends get on
Shorty fell out, diss songs
Never talk down I get home
the type of nigga you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick,
God body, big
That's hard body, Jim
Niggas the sound of how we switch on him
Finna out on a Tip song
Better a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get the bread, then get
From the land of the lead where they spit
Where kids never get to live long
get pissed off, get pissed on
Pistol whipped and stripped,
Left for a minute and switched on me
them talking down, tryna bitch on me
And they on me, ain't got shit on me
So my guess is is what they wish on me
So I'm blowing on candles
Closed and dark eyes
Cause hate's never time when you on that wild side

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

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