Luyện nghe bài hát Wildin'

[Chorus: Krayzie (X2)
You need some reefer we the Bombay,
You some liquor we pourin it all day,
Lookin for drama my be wildin',
Hey, fuck, hey, fuck, hey, fuck, hey, hey.

[Verse Krayzie Bone]
Guess who stepped in the club,
Them niggas that don't give a ruggish mothafuck,
We come to party; some of my partners come to it up,
Stuff em, turn the fuckin up,
Get it crunk, what,
up on my niggas cup,
Watch out for security, cause we to blaze the doob up,
Let's and burn, choke the herb,
So come on ride the train, you should it,
Make sure you bring Mary Jane, and personal lighter,
We keep that fire, baby, baby,
Krayzie, faded, we blaze all day,
we rumble, (uh oh)
We just like out the jungle,
em fall, collapse, stumble, and fumble, just like drunk hoes.

(X2)

[Verse Two: Bone:]
Biz got the extra and nicotine and Krayzie off that sin,
Me and Wish just got to the club and man they let us in,
we got cheese to spend and I know they really don't want no trouble,
My heat get double or we got get on a hustle,
And it ain't no party like a Bone Thug party, cause a Bone party get wild,
Get foul in the crowd like do that what? Do that right now,
We the same damn niggas, yayo, sippin 40s,
Wearin khakis with the timbs on, know the story,
We can't leave rap alone, the need us,
Think you can handle us or beat us, on, Cleatus!
Mess up that you drankin,
Puff on that you smokin,
My niggas never jokin,
And I came to get you off this weed, weed, weed, weed...

(X2)

[Verse Bizzy Bone/Wish Bone]

Coke & and I'm feelin irie,
Wanna try me, nigga die, we
up in the club, ready, collide
Wanna get wild, hey,
Intoxicated, Fucked up firy,
rotten,
Glock in the block, and please it,
you niggas, Oh Jesus!
What is the secret, is the reason,
Clutchin my trinkets,
Wish the pain for these niggas,
Please it

I'm a drink, I'm a smoke,
When I hit the club I'm in the door,
We dem no problems,
But if you em we can dance, ho,
Higher, higher, put a little in that Cris,
make you righter nicer,
Drunk as but don't get it twisted,
I will cha, fight cha,
In the of the party,
With a hundred right by me,
And you don't try me!
What I got to
And I'm mad as fuck Imma run em out they shoes,
your own smoke,
And own drink, that's Thug's rules, foo!

(X4)