Luyện nghe bài hát Hillside

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

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

1:]
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
M.A.G.A.Z.I.N.E. Vallejo, California my
No pity, for a sucka be no sissy
Motherfuckers smoke like a hippy, get tipsy, like Wine-O's, stay whisky
Country ass city boys honey rifles bring the ruckus
Beverly Hillbillies big old corn-fed
What'cha mean my nigga, got every narcotic in the world for
I ain't Wayne Brady but make a deal
Like Drew Carey, mane the is right
I got pills, trees and white white white
The Hillside, have have heart
Just like the column we got the kidney walk
That's the hood landmark like John Park
Cutlass Oldsmobile thangs and larks
Posted with ginormous oversize guns
Me and my my brothers and my cousins

2:]
Uhh!
When I was a young cope a lion a young cat baby buffler
Money and muscle 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, and 223's
Back then it used to be not Wi-fi and 4G
When I was seventeen me and my crew went on a key
Now I'm more in a day and my momma making a week
Jewelry, clothes, new shoes on my
Having my cabbage hella a laffish trunk full of prop
Roofers, tweeters and horns, they fuckin job
Getting em up thrown em, bobbing and weaving
up with OG's in the middle of the street in
Earning my strips and medal no Zurich-est gold
Pickos in the summer, even when it cold
I throw my H in the sky, everywhere I go makes you
If they ask you I'm from, tell em Hillside

3:]
Alhambra, Drive, La Brea
Earl Street, Carmel, Court, Wilshire
Ave, Volute, Magazine Street rolling
Half of my yolkin, punching the gas smokin'
... my car in the grass feeling good
Sitting on top of the hood be flicking and serving pushing bags, giving them love juh
24 shift and grittin everyday all day
7-11 turf for even a lil up in the microwave
Hillside for life, always about my bread
Look up to Alick, Rick Young, Too-Shay, Ju Ju and OG
Jon Jon and Robert Craig, Victor, Cook and and em
Miss Smith and Loney Smurf, Blackman and all of them
See the spot right here, this used to be Mr.
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!