Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cadillac

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

When the streets grow cold and my turns red
Got the pistol and a muzzle to your head
Yeah, somebody talked, yeah, somebody
Yeah, buried, yeah, somebody's dead
We found the white wolf in my white ball cap
Got your white jacked and my Caddy's lab black
Got the gadgets all wrapped, hanging out the back
Now just a story on the cemetery track
We lock and we load, we and we roll
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 It's the end of your life
Someone's gotta and someone's gotta die
Here comes hell, it's redemption,

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

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

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

Roll up in the like a live grenade
And everyday we celebrate a pimp parade
Swimming in liquor till the end of my
Rolling with Man in a cloud of haze
Who would've knew I turn the blue?
sitting on the internet like "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 backseat and get to the
Cut down your dreams like the Hollywood
Except this is real, not acting
We're still so thanks for asking
Too damn smart to get up in the cavities

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

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

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

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

All eyes on me, you can call me
We don't a fuck, we never did
Hit you with the where you stand, it's how we live
Believe me when we do it, yeah, we do it big
And if we show you how to win, we do it for the

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