Luyện nghe bài hát Hillside

Thus topic of right now surveillance cameras
a terrifying attack at a store in Vallejo

Ridin the turf, on Magazine
You know I strapped, with a magazine
Put it to face, like a magazine
I stay on the case, I'm from Magazine
I'm from Hillside
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
Nigga I'm from
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E

1:]
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
M.A.G.A.Z.I.N.E. Vallejo, my city
No pity, for a can't be no sissy
Motherfuckers smoke like a hippy, get tipsy, like Wine-O's, stay whisky
Country ass boys with honey rifles bring the ruckus
Beverly big old corn-fed motherfuckers
What'cha mean my nigga, got narcotic in the world for sale
I ain't Wayne Brady but let's make a
Like Drew Carey, mane the is right
I got pills, trees and white white white
The Hillside, money have heart
Just like the Watts we got the kidney walk
That's the hood like John Davidson Park
Oldsmobile thangs cruisers and larks
Posted with ginormous oversize guns
Me and my potnas my and my cousins

2:]
Uhh!
When I was a young cope a lion though a young cat baby
and muscle born in the struggle, turf wars not tug-a-war
Shootouts, speeds, on top of the roof and trees
On the of the house with cages, rifles and 223's
Back then it to be pagers not Wi-fi and 4G
When I was seventeen me and my crew half on a key
Now I'm making more in a day and my momma a week
Jewelry, clothes, new shoes on my
Having my cabbage hella slap a laffish trunk of prop
Roofers, and horns, doing they fuckin job
Getting em up thrown em, and weaving beastin'
Nickeling up OG's in the middle of the street in
Earning my strips and no process Zurich-est gold
Pickos in the summer, even when it ain't
I throw my H in the sky, everywhere I go you wide
If they ask you I'm from, tell em Hillside

3:]
Alhambra, Drive, La Brea
Street, Carmel, Didion Court, Wilshire
Hollywood Ave, Volute, Magazine rolling
Half of my cash yolkin, punching the gas
... parking my car in the grass good
Sitting on top of the hood be flicking and serving knocks pushing bags, giving love juh
24 hour and grittin everyday all day
turf for even a lil warmed up in the microwave
Hillside for life, always about my bread
Look up to Alick, Rick Young, Too-Shay, Ju Ju and OG
Jon Jon and Craig, Victor, Cook and Tyrone and em
Miss Smith and Loney Smurf, Jimmy and all of them
See the spot right here, used to be Mr. Jimmy's
Why give a Wine-O a dollar to buy a for me?
Around the corner from the and Mickey D
You 'lible to me at the Kit-Way Bowling alley
BEATCH!