Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cadillac

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

the streets grow cold and my sight turns red
Got the pistol grip-hold and a to your head
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 jacked and my lab black
Got the gadgets all wrapped, devil out the back
Now just a story on the cemetery track
We lock and we load, we rock and we
We cock and we go, it's the Undead
You know I mean I say, better drop when we spray
It's too to pray on Judgment Day
those bells? It's the end of your life
Someone's gotta live and someone's die
comes hell, it's redemption, right?

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

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

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

Roll up in the spot like a live
And everyday we celebrate like a pimp
Swimming in till the end of my days
with Funny Man in a cloud of haze
Who would've knew I turn the trees
sitting on the internet like "is this shit true?"
And I don't give a fuck your 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 like the Hollywood
this shit is real, not acting
We're still murdering so for asking
Too damn to get caught up in the cavities

Boo you off-stage, another fatality
And, sir, you know that we lack morality?
"Fuck, suck, dick, lick, man, we nasty"

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

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

words you heard 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 because they never have it
So sad you're sad, bitch, so glad you this
Got pneumatic, emphatic Black shit
Got the cardiac kit, the party at, trick?
me pull a hat trick, joint on the glass tip
Got the room loud in the

All eyes on me, you can me Makaveli
We give 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
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes
Ride, slide, smoke
Black Cadillac, on them hunnit
What you do when the shit goes down?
Six misfits through your hometown
we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them spokes