Luyện nghe bài hát Wild Side

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

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

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

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

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

Can you picture me in '93
Bumpin' Dr. Dre while I hit weed
Cut school, ten G
Thirteen, trying to get
At fifteen, I was
Get wrong, get on
My uncle gave me a bunch of
And that was gone by the next morning
wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't to us
Dead wasn't nothin' to see
pistol play was just fun to us
I was 19 two felonies
One of my best had a life sentence
How my uncle was just like me
And had a of partners no longer living
All about that dealing
No education, no pot to in
Old school, on chrome
Window tinted, pistol
the shit that I come from
In my heart, fear ain't
tall, I can't run from
That wild side, I walk on

weed, riding chrome
Only thing ever known
Is walk on the wild
to our lives

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

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

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

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