Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

[Intro:
faggots.
That's when we, that's when we, when we ride!
That's 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 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 faggot snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!

1:Johnny 3 Tears]
Don't get us wrong we made this song,
To you feel 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 pull toasters out them holsters,
Pull that shirt right off shoulders.
Pull that nine, is how you hold her,
that trigger, HU soldiers!
Punk, out on the block!
Tick-tock, you stop!
Hip-hop like we drop top so hot!
3's been drinking whiskey,
Trigger feeling frisky,
When you shoot it's so risky,
Dead in a but I hope you miss me.

Deuce]
That's when we on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!
That's 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 you but my 9 sho' don't,
And how many shots till you hit that 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,
Deuce made me way.
why you don't want no beef,
'Cause me verse like beat the geek.
So we can talk or in the street,
But my gun first 'cause he loves to speak bitch!

Deuce]
That's when we on bitches!
You fucking 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, packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!

[Verse 3: Man & Charlie Scene]
In the Coupe DeVille the shiny rims,
Playing these like a violin.
I got more freaks a carnival,
Pop the trunk, my arsenal.
I got bats, gats, straps, so let's a war,
I'll eat you like a carnivore.
My guns nicotine they smoke more than me,
I'm with my boy Charles P. he'll go to war 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 dead in a ditch on and Franklin.

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

[Brige:
UNDEAD!

SAY "WHAT THE FUCK!"
SIX UP!
NOW THE FUCK?
THEM 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, down to die?
Undead, pop shots, bound to ride.
Black hat sideways, LA,
Flat on your back leave you like an ashtray.
Waist split, ripped, nod if you're listening,
to the cross, leave you dead like a Christian.
Pop, pop, your just stops, stops,
I just cock, cock,
My gun I shoot for fun,
how the west was won.
I sell an and then I sell two more,
Then I come to with the pistol 44.
some truth to the that about the weed gat,
You may never know leave it at...

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