Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cadillac

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

When the streets grow cold and my sight red
Got the pistol and a muzzle to your head
Yeah, talked, yeah, somebody said
Yeah, buried, yeah, somebody's dead
We found the white stuffed in my white ball cap
Got your white jacked 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 and we roll
We cock and we go, the Undead show
You know I mean what I say, better drop we spray
too late to pray on Judgment Day
Hear those It's the end of your life
Someone's gotta and someone's gotta die
Here comes hell, redemption, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

words you heard to spray the masses
Gas is lit quick, spark on the
The class is classic, backflips
Got you bitches for the backstage passes
Rolling with the bosses, havoc
I'm just filling in they never gonna have it
So sad you're sad, bitch, so glad you 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 room in the 'Velli

All on me, you can call me Makaveli
We give a fuck, we never did
Hit you with the thunder where you stand, how we live
Believe me 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
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes
Ride, slide, smoke
Cadillac, on them 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 them spokes