Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

[Intro:
faggots.
That's when we, when we, that's when we ride!
That's when we, when we ride on these bitches!
That's when we, that's when we, that's 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 leave you in ditches!
That's we ride on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So don't you try, packing 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 when the 40's up and the 40's gone,
To Lick shots, cops, to a hip-hop song.
So pull them toasters out holsters,
Pull that right off your shoulders.
Pull nine, this is how you hold her,
that trigger, HU soldiers!
Punk, out on the block!
Tick-tock, you stop!
like when we drop top so hot!
Johnny 3's drinking whiskey,
Trigger finger frisky,
When you shoot it's so risky,
Dead in a ditch but I hope you me.

[Сhorus:
That's we ride on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So don't you try, we're 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!

[Verse 2: Charlie & Funny 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 many till you hit that flo' I bet fo'.
Yo Charlie, you loco.
Fo' sho', how many people dipping in my
I see 3.
Bitch no, there's 5 in the and your girl's 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 me this way.
why you don't want no beef,
'Cause me you's like beat the geek.
So we can right or in the street,
But my gun first 'cause he loves to speak bitch!

Deuce]
That's we ride on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We leave you 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: Man & Charlie Scene]
In the DeVille 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 let's a war,
I'll eat you alive a carnivore.
My guns need they smoke more than me,
I'm with my boy Charles P. he'll go to war me.
Oh wee, yo, King swinging from a tree!
on these haters so they bleed!
I'm coming at you 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 dead in a ditch on and Franklin.

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

[Brige:
UNDEAD!

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

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

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