Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

Come take a little walk with me through my
And spend a day in my trap
Get your paper right and that yay some
But keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna that work
Nigga want weight keep around back
Betta not violate on my
Nigga yesterday just died that
no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we ain't seen
Pull up after dark that jewellery on
To see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no lights
That play after fist fights
And geek monsters walk all night
they crack pipes tryna get right
Midnight we shoot
The house smelling like cooked crack
You me, and you talk shit
You get bitch, and I took that
Hood rats on deck, loud is all I blow
This to you it might sound wild
But this is all I know

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

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

Can you picture me in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit some
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, trying to get
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My gave me a bunch of work
And that shit was gone by the next
Young wild nigga with me
Homicide nothing to us
Dead body wasn't to see
That pistol play was fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my friend had a life sentence
How my uncle friend was like me
And had a of partners no longer living
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, ain't none
tall, I can't run from
That wild side, that I on

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

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

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