Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his down
keep my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now
These cops be plantin shit on these niggas
Simply cause these niggas got bank that's bigga
I just can't get no from u motherfuckin rollers
Everytime I pull my Benz or what watch cha pull me
I'm sick of who be checkin Whitey's coke tip
Blacker a motherfucker, sweat me bout` dope sip
Niggas take your cut and get yo ass out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a cock pistol case
you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my shit
Just you ain't got shit, bitch
Give em a badge and a and that makes em figure
That they can fuck a million dolla nigga
They got u mixed up, fixed up in the Segas, shookin
Getting fucked up in the gank
The only way you'll whip 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 better come motherfucker. You dyin wit cha boots on.
Chorus: Put your in my shit and let me try on your hood
wit cha boots on
Put foot in my shit and let me try on your hood

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