Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

Come take a little walk with me my neighbourhood
And come a day in my trap
Get your paper right and that yay good
But just a tool in your lap
My lil' holding that work
Nigga want weight then keep around
Betta not on my turf
Nigga just died like that
no investigation, no statements
And no witnesses, we ain't shit
Pull up after with that jewellery on
To come see a bitch, that he get it
We on dark roads with no lights
That pistol after fist fights
And them geek monsters all night
they crack pipes tryna get right
Midnight we dice
The whole house smelling like cooked
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 sound
But this is all I know

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

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

Can you me back in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit weed
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, to get keys
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My uncle gave me a bunch of
And that shit was gone by the next
Young wild nigga with me
Homicide wasn't to us
body wasn't nothin' to see
That play was just fun to us
I was 19 with two
One of my best friend had a life
How my friend was just like me
And had a bunch of no longer living
All about cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on chrome
Window tinted, pistol
That's the shit I come from
In my heart, fear none
Stand tall, I run from
That wild side, 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 walk on the side
to our lives

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 type of you can shit on
spokes, brick, chrome
God body, big
That's hard body, Jim
Niggas the sound 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 land of the lead where they chrome
Where most kids never get to long
They get pissed off, get on
whipped and stripped, homie
Left for a minute and switched on me
Caught them talking down, tryna on me
And they on me, ain't got shit on me
So my guess is is what they wish on me
So I'm blowing on them
Closed lids and eyes
hate's never part time when you on that wild side

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 walk on the side
Welcome to our