Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cadillac

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What you gonna do the shit goes down?
Six misfits rolling your hometown
we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them hunnit

Semi-automatic words you heard to the masses
Gas is lit quick, on the matchstick
The is classic, lyrical backflips
Got you bitches begging for the passes
Rolling with the bosses, causing
I'm just filling in because they never have it
So sad you're sad, bitch, so you have this
Got pneumatic, emphatic Black shit
Got the cardiac kit, where's the party at,
me pull a hat trick, joint on the glass tip
Got the loud in the 'Velli

All eyes on me, you can call me
We give a fuck, we never 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 you how to win, we do it for the kids

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