Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

Come take a little with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my
Get paper right and that yay some good
But keep a tool in your lap
My lil' patna holding work
Nigga want weight keep around back
not violate on my turf
Nigga yesterday just like that
no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we ain't shit
Pull up after dark with jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that he get it
We on dark roads no street lights
That play after fist fights
And them geek walk all night
With they crack tryna get right
we shoot dice
The whole house like cooked crack
You beat me, and you shit
You get bitch, and I took that
Hood rats on deck, that loud is all I
This shit to you it might wild
But this life is all I

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

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

Can you me back in '93
Dr. Dre while I hit some 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 runnin' with me
wasn't nothing to us
Dead body nothin' to see
That pistol was just fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my best had a life sentence
How my uncle friend was just me
And had a bunch of partners no living
All about cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on wheel
Window tinted, hidden
That's the that I come from
In my heart, fear none
Stand tall, I run from
That side, that I walk on

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

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

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

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

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