Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cadillac

Ride, slide, low
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes
Ride, slide, smoke
Black Cadillac, on them spokes
What you gonna do when the goes down?
Six rolling through your hometown
we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them hunnit

When the grow cold and my sight turns red
Got the pistol and a muzzle to your head
Yeah, somebody talked, yeah, somebody
Yeah, somebody's buried, yeah, dead
We found the white wolf stuffed in my white cap
Got your white ball jacked and my Caddy's lab
Got the gadgets all wrapped, devil out the back
Now you're a story on the cemetery track
We lock and we load, we rock and we
We and we go, it's the Undead show
You know I mean what I say, better when we spray
It's too late to on Judgment Day
Hear those bells? the end of your life
Someone's gotta live and someone's die
Here comes hell, it's redemption,

Now you're just a ghost on a cold, blind

Ride, slide, low
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes
Ride, slide, smoke
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes
What you gonna do when the shit goes
Six rolling through your hometown

we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them hunnit

Roll up in the spot like a grenade
And everyday we celebrate like a pimp
Swimming in liquor the end of my days
Rolling Funny Man in a cloud of haze
Who would've knew I turn the trees
You're sitting on the like "is this shit true?"
And I don't give a fuck about your bad
I pop out the screen with a big "fuck you!"
Then hop in the backseat and get to the
Cut your dreams like the Hollywood casting
Except shit is real, not acting
still murdering so thanks for asking
Too smart to get caught up in the cavities

Boo you off-stage, another fatality
And, sir, you don't that we lack morality?
"Fuck, suck, dick, lick, man, we nasty"

Ride, slide, low
Black Cadillac, on them hunnit
Ride, slide, smoke
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes

What you gonna do when the shit goes
Six misfits through your hometown
'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the
Black Cadillac, on them hunnit

words you heard to spray the masses
Gas is lit quick, spark on the
The is classic, lyrical backflips
Got you bitches begging for the backstage
with the bosses, causing havoc
I'm filling in because they never gonna have it
So sad you're sad, bitch, so glad you this
Got pneumatic, Black Cadillac shit
Got the cardiac kit, the party at, trick?
Watch me a hat trick, joint on the glass tip
Got the room loud in the

All on me, you can call me Makaveli
We don't give a fuck, we did
Hit you with the thunder you stand, it's how we live
me when we do it, yeah, we fucking do it big
And if we show you how to win, we do it for the

Ride, slide, low
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes
Ride, slide, control
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes
What you gonna do when the goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your
we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on hunnit spokes