Luyện nghe bài hát Hillside

Thus topic of news right now surveillance
Captured a terrifying at a store in Vallejo

Ridin the turf, on Magazine
You know I stay strapped, with a
Put it to your face, like a
I on the case, cause I'm from Magazine
I'm from Hillside
H.I.L.L.S.I.D.E
Nigga I'm from
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, my city
No pity, for a sucka can't be no
Motherfuckers smoke weed a hippy, get tipsy, like Wine-O's, stay whisky
Country ass city boys with rifles bring the ruckus
Beverly big old corn-fed motherfuckers
What'cha my nigga, got every narcotic in the world for sale
I ain't Wayne but let's make a deal
Like Drew Carey, mane the price is
I got pills, trees and white white white
The Hillside, have money heart
like the Watts column we got the kidney walk
That's the landmark like John Davidson Park
Cutlass Oldsmobile cruisers and larks
Posted with thumps ginormous oversize
Me and my my brothers and my cousins

2:]
Uhh!
When I was a young a lion though a young cat baby buffler
Money and muscle born in the struggle, turf not tug-a-war
Shootouts, speeds, on top of the roof and trees
On the side of the house cages, rifles and 223's
Back then it to be pagers not Wi-fi and 4G
When I was seventeen me and my went half on a key
Now I'm making more in a day and my momma a week
Jewelry, clothes, new on my feet
Having my cabbage hella slap a trunk full of prop
Roofers, and horns, doing they fuckin job
Getting em up thrown em, and weaving beastin'
Nickeling up with in the middle of the street in
Earning my strips and medal no process Zurich-est
Pickos in the summer, even when it cold
I throw my H in the sky, I go makes you wide
If they ask you I'm from, tell em Hillside

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Alhambra, Beverly Drive, La
Earl Street, Carmel, Court, Wilshire
Hollywood Ave, Volute, Magazine Street
Half of my cash yolkin, punching the gas
... parking my car in the feeling good
Sitting on top of the hood be flicking and serving knocks pushing bags, them love juh
24 hour and grittin everyday all day
7-11 turf for even a lil up in the microwave
Hillside for life, always been 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 here, this used to be Mr. Jimmy's
Why give a Wine-O a dollar to buy a for me?
Around the corner the Travelodge and Mickey D
You 'lible to me at the Kit-Way Bowling alley
BEATCH!