Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

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

[Сhorus:
when we ride on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!
when we ride on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!

[Verse 3 Tears]
Don't get us we only made this song,
To you feel hard when you hit the bong.
And when the 40's up and the 40's gone,
To Lick shots, cops, to a hip-hop song.
So them toasters out them holsters,
Pull that right off your 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 drinking whiskey,
finger feeling frisky,
When you shoot so damn risky,
Dead in a but I hope you miss me.

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

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

[Сhorus:
That's when we on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!
That's we ride on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!

[Verse 3: Funny Man & Scene]
In the Coupe DeVille with the 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 smoke than me,
I'm with my boy Charles P. he'll go to war me.
Oh wee, yo, Kong swinging from a tree!
on these haters so they bleed!
I'm at you bitches full-speed!
Man lay off the weed!
People get when I'm skating on Daytons,
And that's like Krueger hating on Jason.
That's got the Man losing his patience,
Leave you in a ditch on Highland and Franklin.

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

Deuce]
UNDEAD!

SAY "WHAT THE FUCK!"
SIX UP!
NOW THE FUCK?
THEM UP!

[Verse 4:
If it's time to ride, down to ride?
Undead, pop shots, we're to die.
Who's down to die, down to die?
Undead, pop shots, bound to ride.
Black hat sideways, LA,
Flat on back leave you smoked like an ashtray.
Waist split, ripped, nod if you're listening,
Shot to the cross, you dead like a Christian.
Pop, pop, your heart stops, stops,
I just cock, cock,
My gun 'cause I for fun,
how the west was won.
I sell an ounce and then I two more,
Then I come to collect with the 44.
There's some truth to the that about the gat,
You may never know just it at...

[Outro:
That's when we, that's when we, that's we ride!
when we, that's when we ride on these bitches!
That's when we, that's when we, when we ride!
That's when we, that's when we on these bitches!