Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cadillac

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

When the streets grow cold and my turns red
Got the pistol and a muzzle to your head
Yeah, somebody talked, yeah, said
Yeah, buried, yeah, somebody's dead
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 on the cemetery track
We lock and we load, we rock and we
We and we go, it's the Undead show
You know I mean what I say, better drop when we
too late to pray on Judgment Day
Hear bells? It's the end of your life
Someone's live and someone's gotta die
Here comes hell, redemption, right?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Semi-automatic words you heard to the masses
Gas is lit quick, on the matchstick
The class is classic, lyrical
Got you begging for the backstage passes
with the bosses, causing havoc
I'm just filling in they never gonna have it
So sad you're sad, bitch, so glad you have
Got pneumatic, emphatic Black shit
Got the cardiac kit, where's the party at,
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 them hunnit
Ride, slide, control
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes
What you gonna do the shit goes down?
Six misfits rolling through hometown
'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the
Black Cadillac, on hunnit spokes