Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

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

[Сhorus:
That's when we on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So you try, we're packing 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 1:Johnny 3
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 pull them toasters out holsters,
Pull shirt 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 been whiskey,
Trigger finger frisky,
you shoot it's so damn risky,
Dead in a ditch but I you miss me.

[Сhorus:
when we ride on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So don't you try, packing 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 2: Charlie Scene & 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 dipping 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 verse you's beat the geek.
So we can talk or in the street,
But my gun talks first 'cause he loves to bitch!

[Сhorus:
That's we ride on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So don't you try, packing 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: Funny Man & Charlie
In the Coupe with 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,
I'll eat you like a carnivore.
My guns need nicotine smoke more than me,
I'm my boy Charles P. he'll go to war with me.
Oh wee, yo, King Kong swinging a tree!
Dropping on these haters so bleed!
I'm coming at you full-speed!
Man lay off the weed!
People get jealous when I'm on Daytons,
And that's like Freddy Krueger 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 you try, we're packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!

Deuce]
UNDEAD!

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

[Verse 4:
If it's time to ride, who's down to
Undead, pop shots, we're to die.
Who's down to die, who's down to
Undead, pop shots, we're to ride.
hat sideways, white-bold LA,
Flat on your back leave you smoked an ashtray.
Waist split, ripped, nod if you're listening,
Shot to the cross, leave you like a Christian.
Pop, pop, heart just 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 leave it at...

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