Luyện nghe bài hát Wildin'

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

[Verse One: Krayzie
Guess who just in the club,
Them niggas that don't a thuggish ruggish mothafuck,
We come to party; some of my come to fuck 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 smoke and burn, the herb,
So come on ride the train, you should it,
Make sure you your Mary Jane, and personal lighter,
We keep that fire, baby, baby,
Krayzie, faded, we blaze all day,
we rumble, (uh oh)
We like animals out the jungle,
Make em fall, collapse, stumble, and fumble, just drunk hoes.

(X2)

[Verse Layzie Bone:]
Biz got the extra green and and Krayzie off that sin,
Me and Wish just got to the club and man better let us in,
Cause we got cheese to spend and I know 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 party, cause a Bone Thug party get wild,
Get foul in the crowd do that what? Do that shit right now,
We the same niggas, sellin yayo, sippin 40s,
khakis with the timbs on, mothafuckas know the story,
We can't leave rap alone, the need us,
Think you can us or beat us, come on, Cleatus!
Mess up drank you drankin,
Puff on that you smokin,
My niggas ain't jokin,
And I came to get you off this weed, weed, weed, weed...

(X2)

[Verse Three: Bizzy Bone/Wish

Coke & Henny and I'm irie,
try me, pussy nigga die, we
Slide up in the club, ready,
get wild, hey, highly
Intoxicated, up that firy,
rotten,
Glock in the block, and please it,
you niggas, Oh Jesus!
What is the secret, is the reason,
my metal trinkets,
Wish bring the for these niggas,
Please it

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

(X4)