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 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!

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

1:Johnny 3 Tears]
Don't get us wrong we made this song,
To make you feel hard you hit the bong.
And when the up and then the 40's gone,
To shots, kill 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 when we top so hot!
3's been drinking whiskey,
Trigger feeling frisky,
When you it's so damn risky,
Dead in a ditch but I you miss me.

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

2: Charlie Scene & Funny Man]
Wait up, on, oh no,
Got you in a choke-hold.
And I think I like you but my 9 don't,
And how many shots you hit that flo' I bet fo'.
Yo Charlie, you loco.
Fo' sho', how people dipping in my four-door?
I see 3.
Bitch no, 5 in the back and your girl's on my lap,
a down-low, pro hoe fo' sho'.
What, the fuck did I just 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 want no beef,
'Cause me verse you's like the geek.
So we can right or in the street,
But my gun talks first 'cause he to speak bitch!

[Сhorus:
That's when we on bitches!
You fucking 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, we're nines!
We you dead in ditches!

[Verse 3: Funny Man & Charlie
In the DeVille with the shiny rims,
Playing bitches like a violin.
I got more 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 smoke more than me,
I'm with my boy Charles P. he'll go to war me.
Oh wee, yo, Kong swinging from 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 like Freddy Krueger hating on Jason.
got the Funny Man losing his patience,
Leave you dead in a ditch on and Franklin.

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

[Brige:
UNDEAD!

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

4: J-Dog]
If time to ride, who's 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.
hat sideways, white-bold LA,
Flat on your back you smoked like an ashtray.
split, face ripped, nod if you're listening,
Shot to the cross, leave you like a Christian.
Pop, pop, your just stops, stops,
I just cock, cock,
My gun 'cause I for fun,
how the west was won.
I an ounce and then I sell two more,
Then I come to collect with the 44.
There's some truth to the about the weed gat,
You may know just leave 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, that's we ride!
That's when we, that's when we ride on bitches!