Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

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

[Сhorus:
That's when we 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 faggot snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!

1:Johnny 3 Tears]
Don't get us wrong we only this song,
To make you feel when you hit the bong.
And the 40's up and then the 40's gone,
To shots, kill cops, to a hip-hop song.
So pull 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!
Johnny 3's drinking whiskey,
finger feeling frisky,
When you shoot it's so risky,
in a ditch but I hope you miss me.

[Сhorus:
That's we ride on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So you try, we're packing 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 2: Charlie Scene & Man]
up, hold 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 in my four-door?
I see 3.
no, there's 5 in the back 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 questions I spray.
So hey, I may say may be risque,
Deuce me this way.
That's why you don't no beef,
me verse you's like beat the geek.
So we can talk or in the street,
But my gun talks first 'cause he loves to bitch!

Deuce]
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, we're nines!
We you dead in ditches!

3: Funny Man & Charlie Scene]
In the Coupe DeVille the shiny rims,
Playing these bitches a violin.
I got more than 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 need nicotine they smoke more than me,
I'm with my boy P. he'll go to war with me.
Oh wee, yo, King Kong swinging a tree!
Dropping on these haters so bleed!
I'm at you bitches full-speed!
Man lay off the weed!
People get when I'm skating on Daytons,
And that's Freddy Krueger hating on Jason.
got the Funny Man losing his patience,
Leave you in a ditch on Highland and Franklin.

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

Deuce]
UNDEAD!

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

[Verse 4:
If it's 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.
Black hat sideways, LA,
Flat on your leave you smoked like an ashtray.
Waist split, face ripped, nod if listening,
Shot to the cross, leave you dead 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 to collect with the pistol 44.
There's some truth to the that about the gat,
You may know just leave it at...

[Outro:
That's when we, when we, that's 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!