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, that's when we ride on bitches!

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

1:Johnny 3 Tears]
Don't get us wrong we only made song,
To make you feel when you hit the bong.
And when the 40's up and then the gone,
To shots, kill cops, to a hip-hop song.
So pull toasters out them holsters,
Pull that shirt off your shoulders.
that nine, this is how you hold her,
Pull trigger, HU soldiers!
Punk, out on the block!
Tick-tock, you stop!
Hip-hop when we drop top so hot!
3's been drinking whiskey,
Trigger finger frisky,
When you shoot it's so risky,
Dead in a ditch but I hope you me.

Deuce]
That's we ride on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!
when we ride on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So you try, we're 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 you but my 9 sho' don't,
And how shots till you hit that 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 fuck did I just
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,
'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:
when we ride on bitches!
You faggot 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, packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!

[Verse 3: Man & Charlie Scene]
In the Coupe DeVille with the rims,
these bitches like a violin.
I got freaks 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 they smoke more than me,
I'm with my boy Charles P. he'll go to war me.
Oh wee, yo, King Kong from a tree!
Dropping on these so they bleed!
I'm at you bitches full-speed!
Man lay off the weed!
People get when I'm skating on Daytons,
And like Freddy Krueger hating on Jason.
That's got the Man losing his patience,
Leave you in a ditch on Highland and Franklin.

[Сhorus:
when 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, down to ride?
Undead, pop shots, we're to die.
Who's down to die, down to die?
Undead, pop shots, bound to ride.
Black hat sideways, LA,
Flat on your back leave you smoked an ashtray.
split, face ripped, nod if you're listening,
Shot to the cross, you dead like a Christian.
Pop, pop, heart 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,
Then I come to collect with the 44.
There's some truth to the that the weed gat,
You may never know just it at...

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