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 when we 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 you try, we're packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!

[Verse 1:Johnny 3
Don't get us wrong we only this song,
To make you hard when you hit the bong.
And when the 40's up and the 40's gone,
To shots, kill cops, to a hip-hop song.
So them toasters out them holsters,
Pull that right 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 like we drop top so hot!
Johnny 3's been whiskey,
Trigger finger 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!
when we ride on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!

2: Charlie Scene & Funny Man]
Wait up, on, oh no,
Got you in a choke-hold.
And I I like 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 people dipping in my
I see 3.
Bitch no, there's 5 in the back and your 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,
Deuce me this way.
That's why you don't 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 don't you try, we're nines!
We leave you in ditches!
That's 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 Coupe with the shiny rims,
these bitches like a violin.
I got freaks than a carnival,
Pop the trunk, my arsenal.
I got bats, gats, straps, so start a war,
eat you alive 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 haters so they bleed!
I'm coming at you full-speed!
Man lay off the weed!
People get jealous I'm skating on Daytons,
And that's like Freddy Krueger on Jason.
That's got the Man losing his patience,
Leave you dead in a on Highland and Franklin.

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

[Brige:
UNDEAD!

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

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

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