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
Welcome to our

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

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

Slangin' keys, K's
day we getting 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 uncle gave me a of work
And that was gone by the next morning
wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't to us
Dead body wasn't to see
That pistol play was fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my friend had a life sentence
How my uncle friend was just me
And had a bunch of partners no longer
All that cocaine dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on chrome
Window tinted, hidden
the shit that I come from
In my heart, fear none
tall, I can't run from
That side, that I walk on

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

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

All I did was put on
All my old tryna get on
fell out, making diss songs
Never down when I get home
the type of nigga you can shit on
Hundred spokes, brick,
God body, big
That's body, Jim Jones
Niggas the sound of how we switch on him
Finna out on a Tip song
make a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get the bread, get going
From the land of the lead where they chrome
Where kids never get to live long
They get off, get pissed 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 on them candles
Closed lids and eyes
Cause hate's never part time when you on wild side

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

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