Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

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

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

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

Can you me back in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit weed
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, to get keys
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My uncle me a bunch of work
And that was gone by the next morning
wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide nothing to us
Dead body nothin' to see
That pistol was just fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my best friend had a sentence
How my uncle friend was just me
And had a bunch of partners no longer
All about that cocaine
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on chrome
tinted, pistol hidden
That's the shit that I come
In my heart, fear none
Stand tall, I run from
That side, that I walk on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old tryna get on
Shorty fell out, diss songs
Never talk down I get home
Ain't the type of you can shit on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
That's body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we on him
Finna wild out on a Tip
Better a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get the bread, then get
From the land of the lead where they spit
most kids never get to live long
They get pissed off, get on
Pistol and stripped, homie
Left for a and they switched on me
Caught them talking down, tryna on me
And they on me, ain't got shit on me
So my guess is death is what they on me
So I'm blowing on them
Closed lids and dark
Cause hate's never part time you on that wild side

Smoking weed, riding
Only thing ever known
Is walk on the side
Welcome to our

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