Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

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

And we the motherfucker (Me Stuck the motherfucker!)
So when you my song and wanna 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 shit and let me try on your

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