Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cadillac

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

When the streets grow cold and my turns red
Got the pistol grip-hold and a muzzle to your
Yeah, talked, yeah, somebody said
Yeah, buried, yeah, somebody's dead
We found the white wolf stuffed in my white cap
Got your white ball and my Caddy's lab black
Got the gadgets all wrapped, hanging out the back
Now you're just a story on the track
We and we load, we rock and we roll
We cock and we go, it's the show
You know I mean what I say, better 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 gotta die
Here hell, it's redemption, right?

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

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

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

Boo you off-stage, just 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, smoke
Black Cadillac, on hunnit spokes

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

Semi-automatic words you to spray the masses
Gas is lit quick, on the matchstick
The class is classic, lyrical
Got you bitches begging for the passes
Rolling with the bosses, causing
I'm just filling in because they never have it
So sad you're sad, bitch, so glad you have
Got pneumatic, emphatic Cadillac 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 the thunder 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 hunnit
Ride, slide, smoke
Black Cadillac, on them hunnit
What you gonna do when the shit down?
Six misfits rolling through your
we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on hunnit spokes