Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

Smoking weed, chrome
Only thing ever known
Is on the wild side
Welcome to our

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

Come take a little with me through my neighbourhood
And come a day in my trap
Get paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a in your lap
My lil' holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep around
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 with that on
To come see a bitch, that he get it
We on dark with no street lights
That pistol play after fist
And them geek monsters walk all
With they pipes tryna get right
Midnight we dice
The house smelling like cooked crack
You me, and you talk shit
You get shot bitch, and I that
rats on deck, that loud is all I blow
This shit to you it sound wild
But life is all I know

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

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

Can you picture me 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 gave me a bunch of work
And shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' me
Homicide wasn't 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 friend was just like me
And had a bunch of no longer living
All that cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on chrome
Window tinted, hidden
That's the that I come from
In my heart, fear none
tall, I can't run from
That side, that I walk on

weed, riding chrome
Only I've ever known
Is on the wild side
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 tryna get on
Shorty out, making diss songs
Never talk down I get home
Ain't the 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 wild out on a Tip
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip
First get the bread, get going
the land of the lead where they spit chrome
Where most kids never get to long
get pissed off, get pissed on
Pistol and stripped, homie
for a minute and they switched on me
Caught them talking down, bitch on me
And they snitch on me, ain't got on me
So my guess is death is what wish on me
So I'm on them candles
Closed and dark eyes
Cause hate's never part time you on that wild side

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

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