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

[Сhorus:
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 faggot snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!

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

[Сhorus:
That's when we on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!
That's we ride on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So don't you try, 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 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 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 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,
me verse you's like beat the geek.
So we can talk or in the street,
But my gun talks 'cause he loves to speak bitch!

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

[Verse 3: Man & Charlie Scene]
In the Coupe with the shiny rims,
these bitches like a violin.
I got freaks than a carnival,
Pop the trunk, my arsenal.
I got bats, gats, straps, so start a war,
I'll eat you like 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, King swinging from a tree!
Dropping on these 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 Man losing his patience,
you dead in a ditch on Highland and Franklin.

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

[Brige:
UNDEAD!

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

[Verse 4:
If it's time to ride, who's to ride?
Undead, pop shots, down to die.
Who's down to die, who's down to
Undead, pop shots, we're to ride.
Black hat sideways, LA,
on your back leave you smoked like an ashtray.
Waist split, face ripped, nod if listening,
to the cross, leave 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 ounce and then I two more,
Then I to collect with the pistol 44.
There's truth to the that about the weed gat,
You may never just leave it at...

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