Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

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

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

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

Can you picture me in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit some
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 wasn't to us
Dead wasn't nothin' to see
pistol play was just fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my best 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, hidden
That's the shit that I from
In my heart, fear none
tall, I can't run from
That wild side, I walk on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old friends get on
Shorty fell out, making songs
Never down when I get home
Ain't the of nigga you can shit on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
That's body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the of how we switch on him
wild out on a Tip song
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip
First get the bread, get going
the land of the lead where they spit chrome
Where most 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 they snitch on me, got shit on me
So my guess is is what they wish on me
So I'm on them candles
Closed lids and eyes
Cause hate's never part time when you on wild side

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

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