Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

Trouble seems to a motherfucker with his cards down
Gotta keep my up, shit's gettin hard now
These cops be plantin shit on these niggas
cause these niggas got bank accounts that's bigga
I just can't get no peace u motherfuckin rollers
Everytime I pull my Benz or watch cha pull me over
I'm sick of motherfuckers who be checkin Whitey's tip
Blacker a motherfucker, sweat me bout` dope sip
Niggas just take cut and get yo ass out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a sucking pistol case
Unless you on plantin a lil' somethin in my shit
Just you ain't got shit, bitch
Give em a and a trigger and that makes em figure
they can fuck with a million dolla nigga
They got u mixed up, up in the Segas, shookin Indo
Getting fucked up in the hole
The only way you'll whip that motherfucker is you whip that

And we choke the (Me Stuck the motherfucker!)
So when you hear my song and get it on
You better come prepared motherfucker. You dyin wit cha on.
Chorus: Put your foot in my shit and let me try on your
Dyin wit cha on
Put your foot in my shit and let me try on hood

Interlude(prison talkin' to inmate):
Guard: Do you how many years you're facin inside?
25 to life and on the real
So you better snitch on partner
Inmate: Fuck that! It was Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself.
Niggas getting caught, doin so they snitchin
pickin niggas up on funky suspicion
We'll be goin down for some questionin we
And end up hit wit the fuckin kitchen sink
Rackteer and laundering, Kingpin
If they got some unsolved then give them some of them
Just because we're niggas and they figure no smarter
We sell each other albums, start our partners
They bringin up shit that happened back in 85
And then comes the jury bitch they fuckin time
You might as play the state
Cos you to day for day
And sellin out homeboys ain't the shit
Cos ya'll gon have to die in this bitch,
Lobbin wit cha white on
And dyin wit cha boots on
Put ya foot in my shit and let me try on ya