Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

Come a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my
Get your paper and that yay some good
But just a tool in your lap
My patna holding that work
want weight then keep around back
Betta not on my turf
Nigga yesterday just like that
Ain't no investigation, no
And no witnesses, we ain't seen
Pull up after dark with jewellery on
To see a bitch, that what he get it
We on dark roads with no street
That pistol play fist fights
And them geek monsters all night
With they crack tryna get right
Midnight we shoot
The house smelling like cooked crack
You me, and you talk shit
You get bitch, and I took that
rats on deck, that loud is all I blow
This shit to you it might sound
But this is all I know

weed, riding chrome
Only thing ever known
Is on the wild side
to our life

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

Can you me back in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit some
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, trying to get
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My uncle gave me a of work
And that shit was gone by the next
wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't to us
Dead wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol was just fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my friend had a life sentence
How my uncle was just like me
And had a of partners no longer living
All about cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on chrome
Window tinted, pistol
That's the shit that I from
In my heart, ain't none
tall, I can't run from
That wild side, I walk on

Smoking weed, chrome
Only thing ever known
Is walk on the side
Welcome to our

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

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

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

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