Luyện nghe bài hát Hillside

Thus topic of news right now cameras
Captured a terrifying attack at a store in

Ridin the turf, on Magazine
You know I stay strapped, a magazine
Put it to your face, like a
I on the case, cause I'm from Magazine
Nigga I'm Hillside
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
Nigga I'm Hillside
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, California my
No pity, for a can't be no sissy
Motherfuckers smoke weed like a hippy, get tipsy, like Wine-O's, whisky
Country ass city boys honey rifles bring the ruckus
Hillbillies big old corn-fed motherfuckers
What'cha mean my nigga, got every narcotic in the for sale
I ain't Wayne Brady but make a deal
Like Carey, mane the price is right
I got pills, trees and that white white
The Hillside, money have heart
Just like the Watts column we got the kidney
the hood landmark like John Davidson Park
Cutlass Oldsmobile cruisers and larks
Posted with thumps ginormous guns
Me and my my brothers and my cousins

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

3:]
Alhambra, Drive, La Brea
Street, Carmel, Didion Court, Wilshire
Hollywood Ave, Volute, Magazine rolling
Half of my yolkin, punching the gas smokin'
... 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
7-11 turf for even a lil up in the microwave
for life, always been about my bread
Look up to Alick, Young, Too-Shay, Ju Ju and OG Nitch
Jon Jon and Craig, Victor, Cook and Tyrone and em
Smith and Loney Smurf, Jimmy Blackman and all of them
See the spot right here, this used to be Mr.
Why give a Wine-O a to buy a beer for me?
Around the corner the Travelodge and Mickey D
You 'lible to me at the Kit-Way Bowling alley
BEATCH!