Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cadillac

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

When the streets cold and my sight turns red
Got the pistol and a muzzle to your head
Yeah, somebody talked, yeah, somebody
Yeah, somebody's buried, yeah, somebody's
We found the white wolf in my white ball cap
Got your white ball jacked and my Caddy's lab
Got the gadgets all wrapped, hanging out the back
Now just a story on the cemetery track
We lock and we load, we and we roll
We and we go, it's the Undead show
You know I what I say, better drop when we spray
It's too to pray on Judgment Day
Hear those bells? the end of your life
gotta live and someone's gotta die
Here hell, it's redemption, right?

Now just a ghost on a cold, blind night

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

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

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

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

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

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

Semi-automatic words you to spray the masses
Gas is lit quick, spark on the
The class is classic, lyrical
Got you bitches for the backstage passes
with the bosses, causing havoc
I'm just filling in because they never have it
So sad you're sad, bitch, so glad you have
Got pneumatic, Black Cadillac shit
Got the kit, where's the party at, trick?
Watch me pull a hat trick, joint on the tip
Got the room loud in the

All on me, you can call me Makaveli
We give a fuck, we never 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 show you how to win, we do it for the

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