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, when we ride on these bitches!

[Сhorus:
That's when we on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!
That's 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 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 them toasters out them holsters,
Pull that shirt off your shoulders.
Pull that nine, is how you hold her,
that 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 so damn risky,
Dead in a but I hope you miss me.

Deuce]
That's when we on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So don't you try, we're 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!

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

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

[Verse 3: Funny Man & Scene]
In the DeVille with the shiny rims,
Playing these bitches a violin.
I got freaks than a carnival,
Pop the trunk, my arsenal.
I got bats, gats, straps, so let's a war,
eat you alive like a carnivore.
My guns nicotine they smoke more than me,
I'm with my boy Charles P. go to war with me.
Oh wee, yo, King Kong swinging a tree!
on these haters so they 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 in a ditch on Highland and Franklin.

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

Deuce]
UNDEAD!

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

[Verse 4:
If time to ride, who's down to ride?
Undead, pop shots, down to die.
Who's down to die, who's down to
Undead, pop shots, we're to ride.
hat sideways, white-bold LA,
Flat on back leave you smoked like an ashtray.
Waist split, ripped, nod if you're listening,
Shot to the cross, leave you like a Christian.
Pop, pop, your heart stops, stops,
I just cock, cock,
My gun I shoot for fun,
That's how the was won.
I an ounce and then I sell two more,
Then I come to with the pistol 44.
There's some truth to the that the weed gat,
You may never know 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!
when we, that's when we, that's when we ride!
That's when we, when we ride on these bitches!