Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

Smoking weed, riding
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 side
to our life

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

Smoking weed, chrome
thing I've ever known
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 me back in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit weed
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
Young wild nigga runnin' me
Homicide wasn't to us
Dead wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my best friend had a life
How my uncle was just like me
And had a bunch of partners no longer
All about that 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 ain't
tall, I can't run from
That side, that I walk on

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

Slangin' keys, K's
Every day we 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 down when I get home
Ain't the of nigga you can shit on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
That's hard body, Jim
know 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 spit chrome
most kids never get to live long
They get pissed off, get on
Pistol whipped and stripped,
Left for a minute and they on me
them talking down, tryna bitch on me
And snitch on me, ain't got shit on me
So my is death is what they wish on me
So I'm blowing on them
Closed lids and eyes
Cause hate's never part time when you on wild side

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

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