Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come a day in my trap
Get paper right and that yay some good
But just keep a in your lap
My lil' patna holding that
Nigga want weight then keep around
Betta not violate on my
Nigga yesterday just died like
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 play after fist fights
And them geek monsters walk all
With they crack pipes tryna get
we shoot dice
The whole house smelling cooked crack
You beat me, and you talk
You get bitch, and I took that
Hood rats on deck, loud is all I blow
This shit to you it sound wild
But life is all I know

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

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

Can you me back in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre I hit some 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 shit was gone by the morning
Young wild nigga with me
Homicide nothing to us
body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my best friend had a sentence
How my uncle friend was like me
And had a bunch of partners no longer
All that cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
Window tinted, pistol
That's the shit that I from
In my heart, ain't none
tall, I can't run from
That side, that I walk on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old tryna get on
Shorty fell out, making diss
talk down when I get home
Ain't the type of you can shit on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
That's hard body, Jim
Niggas know the of how we switch on him
wild out on a Tip song
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip
First get the bread, then get
the land of the lead where they spit chrome
Where most never get to live long
They get off, get pissed on
Pistol and stripped, homie
Left for a minute and they 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 wish on me
So I'm blowing on them
Closed and dark eyes
Cause hate's never part time you on that wild side

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

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