Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cadillac

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 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 grip-hold and a muzzle to your head
Yeah, somebody talked, yeah, said
Yeah, buried, yeah, somebody's dead
We the white wolf stuffed in my white ball cap
Got your white ball jacked and my 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 cock and we go, it's the show
You know I mean what I say, better drop we spray
It's too to pray on Judgment Day
those bells? It's the end of your life
Someone's gotta live and gotta die
Here comes hell, redemption, right?

Now just a ghost on a cold, blind night

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

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

Roll up in the spot like a live
And everyday we celebrate a pimp parade
Swimming in liquor the end of my days
Rolling with Funny Man in a of haze
Who would've I turn the trees blue?
You're sitting on the like "is this shit true?"
And I don't a fuck about your bad review
Till I pop out the screen a big "fuck you!"
hop in the backseat and get to the blasting
Cut down your like the Hollywood casting
Except this is real, not acting
We're still murdering so thanks for
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
Black Cadillac, on hunnit spokes
Ride, slide, smoke
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes

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

Semi-automatic words you to spray the masses
Gas is lit quick, on the matchstick
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 you have this
Got pneumatic, Black Cadillac shit
Got the cardiac kit, the party at, trick?
Watch me pull a hat trick, joint on the tip
Got the room in the 'Velli

All on me, you can call me Makaveli
We don't a fuck, we never did
Hit you with the thunder you stand, it's 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
Black Cadillac, on hunnit spokes
Ride, slide, control
Black Cadillac, on hunnit spokes
What you gonna do when the shit goes
Six misfits rolling your hometown
we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them spokes