Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

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

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

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