Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

[Intro:
faggots.
That's when we, that's when we, when we ride!
That's when we, when we ride on these bitches!
That's when we, when we, that's when we ride!
That's we, that's when we ride on these bitches!

Deuce]
That's we ride on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So don't you try, we're nines!
We you dead in ditches!
That's we ride on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So don't you try, we're nines!
We you dead in ditches!

[Verse 3 Tears]
Don't get us we only made this song,
To make you feel hard you hit the bong.
And the 40's up and then the 40's gone,
To Lick shots, cops, to a hip-hop song.
So them toasters out them holsters,
Pull that shirt right off shoulders.
Pull that nine, this is how you her,
Pull trigger, HU soldiers!
Punk, out on the block!
Tick-tock, you stop!
Hip-hop like we drop top so hot!
Johnny 3's been whiskey,
Trigger feeling frisky,
you shoot it's so damn risky,
Dead in a ditch but I hope you me.

Deuce]
That's we ride on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!
That's when we on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!

[Verse 2: Charlie Scene & Funny
Wait up, on, oh no,
Got you in a choke-hold.
And I think I like you but my 9 don't,
And how many shots till you hit flo' I bet fo'.
Yo Charlie, you loco.
Fo' sho', how people dipping in my four-door?
I see 3.
Bitch no, there's 5 in the back and girl's on my lap,
a down-low, pro hoe fo' sho'.
What, what the did I just say?
I ask any questions I just spray.
So hey, I may say may be risque,
made me this way.
That's why you don't no beef,
'Cause me verse you's like the geek.
So we can right or in the street,
But my gun talks first he loves to speak bitch!

Deuce]
That's when we on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So don't you try, we're nines!
We leave you in ditches!
That's we ride on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!

3: Funny Man & Charlie Scene]
In the Coupe with the shiny rims,
Playing bitches like a violin.
I got freaks than a carnival,
Pop the trunk, my arsenal.
I got bats, gats, straps, so let's a war,
I'll eat you alive a carnivore.
My guns need nicotine they more than me,
I'm my boy Charles P. he'll go to war with me.
Oh wee, yo, Kong swinging from a tree!
Dropping on haters so they bleed!
I'm at you bitches full-speed!
Man lay off the weed!
People get jealous I'm skating on Daytons,
And that's Freddy Krueger hating on Jason.
That's got the Funny Man his patience,
Leave you dead in a on Highland and Franklin.

Deuce]
That's we ride on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!

Deuce]
UNDEAD!

SAY "WHAT THE FUCK!"
SIX UP!
NOW WHAT THE
POINT UP!

[Verse 4:
If it's time to ride, down to ride?
Undead, pop shots, down to die.
Who's down to die, down to die?
Undead, pop shots, bound to ride.
hat sideways, white-bold LA,
Flat on your back leave you like an ashtray.
split, face ripped, nod if you're listening,
Shot to the cross, you dead like a Christian.
Pop, pop, your heart stops, stops,
When I cock, cock,
My gun I shoot for fun,
how the west was won.
I an ounce and then I sell two more,
Then I come to collect the pistol 44.
There's some truth to the about the weed gat,
You may know just leave it at...

Deuce]
That's we, that's when we, that's when we ride!
That's when we, that's when we ride on bitches!
That's when we, when we, that's when we ride!
That's when we, that's when we on these bitches!