Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

Come take a little 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 that work
Nigga weight then keep around back
not violate on my turf
Nigga yesterday died like that
Ain't no investigation, no
And no witnesses, we ain't shit
Pull up after dark with that on
To see a bitch, that what he get it
We on roads with no street lights
That pistol after fist fights
And them monsters walk all night
With they crack pipes tryna get
Midnight we dice
The whole house smelling like crack
You me, and you talk shit
You get bitch, and I took that
rats on deck, that loud is all I blow
This shit to you it might wild
But life is all I know

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

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

Can you me back in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre I hit some 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 shit was gone by the morning
Young wild nigga with me
Homicide nothing to us
body wasn't nothin' to see
That play was just fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my best had a life sentence
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
tinted, pistol hidden
That's the shit that I come
In my heart, ain't none
Stand tall, I can't run
That side, that I walk on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old tryna get on
Shorty out, making diss songs
Never talk when I get home
Ain't the type of 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 they spit
Where most never get to live long
They get pissed off, get on
Pistol whipped and stripped,
Left for a minute and switched on me
Caught them talking down, bitch on me
And they snitch on me, ain't got on me
So my is death is what they wish on me
So I'm blowing on candles
lids and dark eyes
Cause never part time when you on that 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 paid
To walk on the wild
Welcome to our