Luyện nghe bài hát 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

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

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

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

Can you me back in '93
Dr. Dre while I hit some weed
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, to get keys
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My gave me a bunch of work
And shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' me
wasn't nothing to us
Dead wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol 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 no longer living
All about that dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
tinted, pistol hidden
That's the shit that I from
In my heart, ain't none
Stand tall, I run from
That wild side, that I on

Smoking weed, chrome
Only thing I've ever
Is walk on the wild
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 tryna get on
Shorty fell out, making songs
Never down when I get home
Ain't the type of you can shit on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
That's body, Jim Jones
Niggas the sound of how we switch on him
Finna out on a Tip song
make a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get the bread, get going
From the land of the lead where they chrome
Where most never get to live long
They get pissed off, get on
Pistol and stripped, homie
Left for a and they switched on me
Caught talking down, tryna bitch on me
And they snitch on me, got shit on me
So my guess is death is what they on me
So I'm blowing on candles
Closed and dark eyes
Cause hate's never time when you on that wild side

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

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