Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cadillac

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

When the streets grow cold and my turns red
Got the pistol grip-hold and a muzzle to your
Yeah, talked, yeah, somebody said
Yeah, somebody's buried, yeah, somebody's
We found the white wolf in my white ball cap
Got your white ball and my Caddy's lab black
Got the gadgets all wrapped, devil out the back
Now you're just a story on the 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, drop when we spray
It's too to pray on Judgment Day
Hear those bells? It's the end of life
Someone's gotta live and gotta die
Here comes hell, redemption, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All eyes on me, you can call me
We give a fuck, we never did
Hit you with the thunder where you stand, it's how we
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 hunnit
Ride, slide, control
Black Cadillac, on hunnit spokes
What you gonna do when the shit down?
Six misfits rolling through hometown
'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the
Black Cadillac, on them hunnit