Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

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

[Verse 1:Johnny 3
Don't get us we only made this song,
To you feel hard when you hit the bong.
And the 40's up and then the 40's gone,
To shots, kill cops, to a hip-hop song.
So pull them out them holsters,
Pull that shirt off your shoulders.
that nine, this is how you hold her,
Pull trigger, HU soldiers!
Punk, out on the block!
Tick-tock, you stop!
Hip-hop like when we top so hot!
Johnny 3's drinking whiskey,
Trigger feeling frisky,
When you it's so damn risky,
Dead in a ditch but I hope you me.

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

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

Deuce]
That's we ride 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 leave you in ditches!

[Verse 3: Funny Man & Scene]
In the Coupe DeVille the shiny rims,
Playing these bitches a violin.
I got more than a carnival,
Pop the trunk, my arsenal.
I got bats, gats, straps, so let's a war,
eat you alive like a carnivore.
My guns need nicotine they more than me,
I'm with my boy Charles P. go to war with me.
Oh wee, yo, King Kong from a tree!
Dropping on haters so they bleed!
I'm coming at you 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 Man losing his patience,
you dead in a ditch on Highland and Franklin.

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

Deuce]
UNDEAD!

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

4: J-Dog]
If it's time to ride, down to ride?
Undead, pop shots, we're to die.
Who's to die, who's down to die?
Undead, pop shots, we're to ride.
Black hat sideways, LA,
Flat on your back leave you smoked an ashtray.
split, face ripped, nod if you're listening,
Shot to the cross, you dead like a Christian.
Pop, pop, heart just stops, stops,
When I cock, cock,
My gun I shoot for fun,
That's how the was won.
I sell an and then I sell two more,
Then I come to with the pistol 44.
There's some to the that about the weed gat,
You may never know just it at...

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