Luyện nghe bài hát Hillside

Thus topic of right now surveillance cameras
a terrifying attack at a store in Vallejo

Ridin the turf, on Magazine
You know I strapped, with a magazine
Put it to face, like a magazine
I stay on the case, cause I'm Magazine
I'm from Hillside
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
Nigga I'm Hillside
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E

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H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
M.A.G.A.Z.I.N.E. Vallejo, California my
No pity, for a sucka can't be no
Motherfuckers smoke like a hippy, get tipsy, like Wine-O's, stay whisky
Country ass city boys with honey 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 but let's make a deal
Like Carey, mane the price is right
I got pills, trees and that white white
The Hillside, have money have
Just like the Watts column we got the kidney
That's the hood landmark like Davidson Park
Cutlass thangs cruisers and larks
Posted with ginormous oversize guns
Me and my potnas my brothers and my

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

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Alhambra, Beverly Drive, La
Earl Street, Carmel, Court, Wilshire
Hollywood Ave, Volute, Street rolling
Half of my cash yolkin, punching the gas
... parking my car in the grass good
Sitting on top of the hood be and serving knocks pushing bags, giving them love juh
24 hour and grittin everyday all day
turf for even a lil warmed up in the microwave
Hillside for life, been about my bread
up to Alick, Rick Young, Too-Shay, Ju Ju and OG Nitch
Jon Jon and Robert Craig, Victor, and Tyrone and em
Miss Smith and Loney Smurf, Jimmy Blackman and all of
See the right here, this used to be Mr. Jimmy's
Why a Wine-O a dollar 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!