Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

[Intro:
faggots.
That's we, that's when we, that's when 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!

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

[Verse 1:Johnny 3
get us wrong we only made this song,
To make you hard when you hit the bong.
And when the 40's up and the 40's gone,
To Lick shots, kill cops, to a song.
So them toasters out them holsters,
that shirt right 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 drinking whiskey,
finger feeling frisky,
When you it's so damn risky,
Dead in a ditch but I hope you me.

Deuce]
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 fucking snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!

[Verse 2: 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 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 just
I ask any questions I just spray.
So hey, I may say may be risque,
Deuce made me way.
That's why you don't no beef,
'Cause me verse you's beat the geek.
So we can right or in the street,
But my gun first 'cause he loves to speak bitch!

[Сhorus:
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 faggot snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!

[Verse 3: Funny Man & Charlie
In the Coupe DeVille with the 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 alive a carnivore.
My guns need nicotine they smoke than me,
I'm my boy Charles P. he'll go to war with me.
Oh wee, yo, King swinging from a tree!
Dropping on 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.
got the Funny Man losing his patience,
Leave you in a ditch on Highland and Franklin.

[Сhorus:
That's we ride on bitches!
You fucking 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 to ride, who's down to ride?
Undead, pop shots, we're 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 leave you smoked like an ashtray.
split, face ripped, nod if you're listening,
Shot to the cross, leave you like a Christian.
Pop, pop, heart just stops, stops,
When I cock, cock,
My gun I shoot for fun,
how the west was won.
I an ounce and then I sell two more,
Then I come to collect with the 44.
some truth to the that about the weed gat,
You may know just leave it at...

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