Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

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

[Сhorus:
That's we ride on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So don't you try, we're 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 1:Johnny 3
Don't get us we only made this song,
To make you feel hard 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 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 been whiskey,
Trigger finger frisky,
When you it's so damn risky,
Dead in a ditch but I you miss me.

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

[Verse 2: Charlie Scene & Funny
up, hold on, oh no,
Got you in a choke-hold.
And I think I like you but my 9 don't,
And how many shots you hit that 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 and your 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,
made me this way.
That's why you don't no beef,
'Cause me you's like beat the geek.
So we can right or in the street,
But my gun talks first 'cause he to speak bitch!

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

3: Funny Man & Charlie Scene]
In the DeVille with the shiny rims,
Playing these 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 like a carnivore.
My guns need they smoke more than me,
I'm with my boy P. he'll go to war with me.
Oh wee, yo, King swinging from a tree!
Dropping on these haters so 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 Freddy Krueger 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 fucking snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!

[Brige:
UNDEAD!

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

[Verse 4:
If it's time to ride, who's 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 you smoked like an ashtray.
Waist split, ripped, nod if you're listening,
to the cross, leave you dead like a Christian.
Pop, pop, heart just stops, stops,
I just cock, cock,
My gun I shoot for fun,
how the west was won.
I sell an ounce and I sell two more,
I come to collect with the pistol 44.
There's some truth to the about the weed gat,
You may never know leave it at...

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