Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

Smoking weed, chrome
Only thing I've ever
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 a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And spend a day in my trap
Get your paper and that yay some good
But just keep a in your lap
My lil' patna holding that
Nigga want weight then around back
Betta not violate on my
Nigga yesterday 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 lights
pistol play after fist fights
And them geek monsters all night
With they crack tryna get right
we shoot dice
The whole house like cooked crack
You me, and you talk shit
You get shot bitch, and I took
Hood rats on deck, that is all I blow
This shit to you it sound wild
But this is all I know

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

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

Can you me back in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit 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 next
wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't to us
Dead body nothin' to see
pistol play was just fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my best friend had a sentence
How my uncle friend was like me
And had a bunch of no longer living
All about that cocaine
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on chrome
Window tinted, hidden
the shit that I come from
In my heart, fear ain't
Stand tall, I can't run
That wild side, that I on

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

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

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 of nigga you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick,
God body, big
hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas the sound of how we switch on him
Finna wild out on a Tip
make a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get the bread, get going
From the of the lead where they spit chrome
most kids never get to live long
They get off, get pissed on
Pistol and stripped, homie
Left for a minute and they on me
them talking down, tryna 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 part time when 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 paid
To walk on the wild
to our life