Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

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

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

[Verse 3 Tears]
Don't get us wrong we only made song,
To make you hard when you hit the bong.
And when the 40's up and then the gone,
To Lick shots, cops, to a hip-hop song.
So pull them out them holsters,
Pull that shirt 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!
Johnny 3's been whiskey,
Trigger finger frisky,
When you it's so damn risky,
Dead in a ditch but I hope you me.

[Сhorus:
That's when we 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 don't you try, we're 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.
Bitch no, there's 5 in the back and girl's on my lap,
a down-low, pro hoe fo' sho'.
What, what the did I just say?
I don't ask any I just 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 right or in the street,
But my gun talks 'cause he loves to speak bitch!

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

3: Funny Man & Charlie Scene]
In the Coupe DeVille with the rims,
Playing these like 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 alive a carnivore.
My need nicotine they 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!
on these haters so they bleed!
I'm at you bitches full-speed!
Man lay off the weed!
People get jealous when I'm on Daytons,
And that's like Krueger hating on Jason.
got the Funny Man losing his patience,
Leave you dead in a ditch on and Franklin.

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

[Brige:
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, down to die.
Who's down to die, who's to die?
Undead, pop shots, bound to ride.
hat sideways, white-bold LA,
Flat on your back leave you smoked an ashtray.
split, face ripped, nod if you're listening,
Shot to the cross, leave you dead a Christian.
Pop, pop, your just stops, stops,
When I cock, cock,
My gun 'cause I for fun,
how the west was won.
I sell an ounce and I sell two more,
Then I come to with the pistol 44.
some 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, when we ride on these bitches!
That's when we, when we, that's when we ride!
when we, that's when we ride on these bitches!