Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cadillac

Ride, slide, low
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes
Ride, slide, control
Black Cadillac, on hunnit spokes
What you gonna do when the shit goes
Six rolling through your hometown
we ride, slide, so hit the floor
Black Cadillac, on them 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, somebody's
We found the white wolf stuffed in my ball cap
Got your white jacked and my Caddy's lab black
Got the gadgets all wrapped, hanging 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 know I mean I say, better drop when we spray
It's too late to on Judgment Day
Hear those 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 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 spokes

Roll up in the spot like a live
And we celebrate like a pimp parade
Swimming in liquor till the end of my
Rolling with Funny Man in a of haze
Who would've knew I turn the trees
You're sitting on the internet "is this shit true?"
And I give a fuck about your bad review
Till I pop out the with a big "fuck you!"
Then hop in the and get to the blasting
Cut down your dreams like the casting
Except shit is real, not acting
We're still murdering so thanks for
Too damn smart to get 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
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes

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

words you heard to spray the masses
Gas is lit quick, spark on the
The is classic, lyrical backflips
Got you begging for the backstage passes
with the bosses, causing havoc
I'm just in because they never gonna have it
So sad sad, bitch, so glad you have this
Got pneumatic, emphatic Black shit
Got the cardiac kit, the party at, trick?
Watch me pull a hat trick, on the glass tip
Got the room loud in the

All on me, you can call me Makaveli
We don't give a fuck, we did
Hit you with the thunder where you stand, it's how we
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
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes
What you gonna do when the shit goes
Six misfits rolling through your
'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the
Black Cadillac, on them hunnit