Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

Smoking weed, riding
Only thing 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

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

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

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

Can you me back in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre I hit some weed
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, to get keys
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My uncle gave me a of work
And that shit was by the next morning
wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide nothing to us
Dead body wasn't to see
That pistol was just fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my friend had a life sentence
How my friend was just like me
And had a of partners no longer living
All that cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
tinted, pistol hidden
That's the shit that I from
In my heart, ain't none
Stand tall, I run from
That side, that I walk on

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

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 fell out, making diss
Never talk when I get home
the type of nigga you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick,
God body, big
That's hard body, Jim
Niggas know the sound of how we on him
Finna wild out on a Tip
make a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get the bread, then get
From the land of the lead they spit chrome
Where kids never get to live long
They get off, get pissed on
whipped and stripped, homie
Left for a minute and they on me
Caught them talking down, bitch on me
And snitch on me, ain't got shit on me
So my guess is death is what they on me
So I'm on them candles
Closed lids and dark
Cause hate's never part time when you on wild side

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

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