Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

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

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

1:Johnny 3 Tears]
Don't get us wrong we only made song,
To make you hard when you hit the bong.
And when the up and then the 40's gone,
To shots, kill cops, to a hip-hop 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!
like when we drop top so hot!
Johnny 3's been whiskey,
Trigger feeling frisky,
When you shoot so damn risky,
in a ditch but I hope you miss me.

[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 faggot snitches!
So you try, we're 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 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 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, the fuck did I just say?
I don't ask any questions I spray.
So hey, I may say may be risque,
Deuce made me way.
why you don't want no beef,
'Cause me verse you's beat the geek.
So we can right or in the street,
But my gun talks first he loves to speak bitch!

Deuce]
That's when we on bitches!
You faggot 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 you dead in ditches!

[Verse 3: Funny Man & Charlie
In the Coupe DeVille the shiny rims,
Playing these bitches a violin.
I got freaks than a carnival,
Pop the trunk, my arsenal.
I got bats, gats, straps, so let's a war,
I'll eat you alive a carnivore.
My guns need nicotine they 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 coming at you full-speed!
Man lay off the weed!
People get jealous when I'm on Daytons,
And that's like Krueger hating on Jason.
That's got the Funny Man his patience,
you dead in a ditch on Highland and Franklin.

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

Deuce]
UNDEAD!

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

[Verse 4:
If time to ride, who's down to ride?
Undead, pop shots, we're to die.
Who's down to die, down to die?
Undead, pop shots, we're to ride.
hat sideways, white-bold LA,
Flat on your back leave you smoked an ashtray.
Waist split, face ripped, nod if listening,
Shot to the cross, leave you dead a Christian.
Pop, pop, your heart stops, stops,
When I cock, cock,
My gun 'cause I for fun,
how the west was won.
I sell an and then I sell two more,
Then I come to with the pistol 44.
There's some to the that about the weed gat,
You may never know just it at...

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