Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cadillac

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 just filling in they never gonna have it
So sad you're sad, bitch, so glad you have
Got pneumatic, emphatic Black Cadillac
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 don't a fuck, we never did
Hit you with the thunder where you stand, 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, control
Cadillac, on them 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 hunnit spokes