Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cadillac

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

When the streets grow cold and my turns red
Got the grip-hold and a muzzle to your head
Yeah, talked, yeah, somebody said
Yeah, somebody's buried, yeah, somebody's
We found the white wolf stuffed in my white cap
Got your white jacked and my Caddy's lab black
Got the all wrapped, devil hanging out the back
Now you're a story on the cemetery track
We and we load, we rock and we roll
We cock and we go, it's the Undead
You know I what I say, better drop when we spray
It's too late to pray on Day
Hear those bells? It's the end of life
Someone's gotta live and gotta die
comes hell, it's redemption, right?

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

Ride, slide, low
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes
Ride, slide, control
Black Cadillac, on them hunnit
What you gonna do when the shit down?
Six misfits rolling your hometown

'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes

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

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

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

What you do when the shit goes down?
Six rolling through your hometown
'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the
Black Cadillac, on hunnit spokes

words you heard to spray the masses
Gas is lit quick, on the matchstick
The class is classic, backflips
Got you bitches begging for the passes
Rolling with the bosses, causing
I'm just filling in because they gonna have it
So sad sad, bitch, so glad you have this
Got pneumatic, emphatic Black shit
Got the cardiac kit, the party at, trick?
me pull a hat trick, joint on the glass tip
Got the room loud in the

All eyes on me, you can call me
We give a fuck, we never did
Hit you with the where 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
Black Cadillac, on them hunnit
Ride, slide, smoke
Black Cadillac, on hunnit spokes
What you gonna do the shit goes down?
Six rolling through your hometown
we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on hunnit spokes