Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker his cards down
Gotta keep my up, shit's gettin hard now
motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these niggas
Simply cause these niggas got accounts that's bigga
I just can't get no peace from u motherfuckin
I pull my Benz or what watch cha pull me over
I'm of motherfuckers who be checkin Whitey's coke tip
than 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 cock sucking case
you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my shit
Just because you got shit, bitch
Give em a and a trigger and that makes em figure
That they can fuck a million dolla nigga
They got u up, fixed up in the Segas, shookin Indo
fucked up in the gank hole
The only way you'll whip motherfucker is when you whip that

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

Interlude(prison talkin' to inmate):
Guard: Do you know how many years you're facin
25 to life and on the real
So you snitch on your partner
Inmate: Fuck that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't 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 murders then give them some of
Just we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter
We sell other albums, start frattin our partners
They bringin up shit that happened back in 85
And then comes the largest jury they fuckin time
You might as play the state
Cos you to day for day
And sellin out your homeboys ain't the
Cos gon have to die in this bitch, bitch
Lobbin wit cha white on
And dyin wit cha boots on
Put ya in my shit and let me try on ya hood