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

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

[Verse 3 Tears]
get us wrong we only made this song,
To make you feel when you hit the bong.
And the 40's up and then the 40's gone,
To Lick shots, kill cops, to a song.
So them toasters out them holsters,
that shirt right off your shoulders.
Pull that nine, this is how you her,
Pull trigger, HU soldiers!
Punk, out on the block!
Tick-tock, you stop!
Hip-hop like we drop top so hot!
Johnny 3's drinking whiskey,
finger feeling frisky,
When you shoot so damn risky,
Dead in a but I hope you miss me.

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

[Verse 2: Charlie & 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 till you hit that flo' I bet fo'.
Yo Charlie, you loco.
Fo' sho', how many dipping in my four-door?
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 did I just say?
I don't ask any questions I spray.
So hey, I may say may be risque,
made 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 when we on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!
That's when we on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!

[Verse 3: Funny Man & Charlie
In the Coupe DeVille 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 nicotine smoke more than me,
I'm with my boy Charles P. he'll go to war me.
Oh wee, yo, Kong swinging from 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.

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

Deuce]
UNDEAD!

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

[Verse 4:
If it's time to ride, who's down to
Undead, pop shots, down to die.
Who's down to die, who's down to
Undead, pop shots, bound to ride.
Black hat sideways, LA,
Flat on back leave you smoked like an ashtray.
split, face ripped, nod if you're listening,
Shot to the cross, leave you dead a Christian.
Pop, pop, your heart stops, stops,
I just cock, cock,
My gun I shoot for fun,
That's how the was won.
I an ounce and then I sell two more,
Then I come to collect the pistol 44.
There's some truth to the that the weed gat,
You may never just leave it at...

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