Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

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

Deuce]
That's we ride on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!
That's we ride on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!

[Verse 1:Johnny 3
Don't get us we only 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 them out them holsters,
Pull that shirt off your shoulders.
Pull that nine, is how you hold her,
Pull trigger, HU soldiers!
Punk, out on the block!
Tick-tock, you stop!
Hip-hop like when we top so hot!
Johnny 3's drinking whiskey,
Trigger finger frisky,
you shoot it's so damn risky,
Dead in a but I hope you miss me.

[Сhorus:
That's we ride on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!
That's when we on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So don't you try, we're nines!
We leave you 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 shots you hit that flo' I bet fo'.
Yo Charlie, you loco.
Fo' sho', how many people dipping in my
I see 3.
Bitch no, 5 in the back and your girl's on my lap,
a down-low, pro hoe fo' sho'.
What, what the fuck did I just
I don't ask any questions I spray.
So hey, I may say may be risque,
Deuce me this way.
That's why you want no beef,
'Cause me verse you's like 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 fucking snitches!
So don't you try, we're nines!
We leave you in ditches!
when we ride on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!

[Verse 3: Funny Man & Scene]
In the Coupe with the shiny rims,
Playing these like a violin.
I got more than a carnival,
Pop the trunk, my arsenal.
I got bats, gats, straps, so start a war,
eat you alive like a carnivore.
My guns nicotine they smoke more than me,
I'm with my boy P. he'll go to war with 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 jealous when I'm on Daytons,
And that's like Freddy hating on Jason.
got the Funny Man losing his patience,
Leave you in a ditch on Highland and Franklin.

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

[Brige:
UNDEAD!

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

4: J-Dog]
If it's time to ride, who's to ride?
Undead, pop shots, we're to die.
down to die, who's down to die?
Undead, pop shots, bound to ride.
Black hat sideways, LA,
Flat on back leave you smoked like an ashtray.
Waist split, ripped, nod if you're listening,
Shot to the cross, you dead like a Christian.
Pop, pop, your just stops, stops,
When I cock, cock,
My gun I shoot for fun,
how the west was won.
I sell an ounce and I sell two more,
Then I come to collect with the 44.
some truth to the that about the weed gat,
You may never just leave it at...

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