Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

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

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

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

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 that was gone by the next morning
Young wild runnin' with me
wasn't nothing to us
Dead wasn't nothin' to see
pistol play was just fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my best friend had a life
How my uncle friend was like me
And had a bunch of no longer living
All that cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on chrome
Window tinted, pistol
the shit that I come from
In my heart, ain't none
tall, I can't run from
That wild side, that I on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old friends get on
fell out, making diss songs
Never talk down I get home
Ain't the of nigga you can shit on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
That's hard body, Jim
know the sound of how we switch on him
Finna out on a Tip song
Better a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get the bread, get going
From the land of the lead where they spit
Where most never get to live long
They get pissed off, get on
Pistol and stripped, homie
Left for a and they switched on me
Caught them down, tryna bitch on me
And snitch on me, ain't got shit on me
So my is death is what they wish on me
So I'm blowing on candles
lids and dark eyes
Cause hate's never part time when you on that side

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

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