Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

[Intro:
faggots.
That's we, that's when we, that's when we ride!
when we, that's when we ride on these bitches!
That's we, that's 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 fucking snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!
That's when we on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So don't you try, we're nines!
We you dead in ditches!

[Verse 3 Tears]
Don't get us we only made this song,
To you feel hard when you hit the bong.
And the 40's up and then the 40's gone,
To Lick shots, cops, to a hip-hop song.
So pull them toasters out 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!
Johnny 3's drinking whiskey,
Trigger finger frisky,
you shoot it's so damn risky,
Dead in a ditch but I you miss me.

[Сhorus:
That's we ride on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So don't you try, we're 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!

[Verse 2: Charlie & 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 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 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,
made me this way.
That's why you want no beef,
'Cause me you's like beat the geek.
So we can talk or in the street,
But my gun talks first he loves to speak bitch!

[Сhorus:
when 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 don't you try, we're nines!
We leave you in ditches!

[Verse 3: Funny Man & Charlie
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 alive a carnivore.
My guns need nicotine they smoke than me,
I'm with my boy Charles P. he'll go to war me.
Oh wee, yo, King swinging from a tree!
Dropping on these so they bleed!
I'm at you bitches full-speed!
Man lay off the weed!
People get jealous I'm skating on Daytons,
And that's like Freddy hating on Jason.
got the Funny Man losing his patience,
Leave you dead in a on Highland and Franklin.

Deuce]
That's when we 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 THE FUCK?
POINT UP!

[Verse 4:
If it's to ride, who's down to ride?
Undead, pop shots, down to die.
Who's to die, who's down to die?
Undead, pop shots, bound to ride.
hat sideways, white-bold LA,
Flat on your back leave you smoked an ashtray.
split, face ripped, nod if you're listening,
Shot to the cross, leave you dead 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 then I two more,
I come to collect with the pistol 44.
There's some truth to the that about the gat,
You may never know leave it at...

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