Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

Come take a little walk with me my neighbourhood
And spend a day in my trap
Get your paper right and that yay good
But keep a tool in your lap
My lil' holding that work
Nigga want weight keep around back
Betta not violate on my
yesterday just died like that
Ain't no investigation, no
And no witnesses, we ain't seen
Pull up dark with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, what he get it
We on roads with no street lights
That pistol play after fights
And geek monsters walk all night
With they crack pipes get right
Midnight we dice
The whole house smelling cooked crack
You beat me, and you talk
You get shot bitch, and I that
rats 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 I've ever known
Is on the wild side
to our life

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

Can you picture me 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 gave me a bunch of work
And shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga with me
Homicide wasn't to us
Dead body wasn't to see
pistol play was just fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my best friend had a sentence
How my uncle friend was like me
And had a bunch of partners no longer
All about that dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
Window tinted, pistol
the shit that I come from
In my heart, fear none
tall, I can't run from
That side, that I walk on

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

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

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

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

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