Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his down
Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's hard now
These motherfuckin cops be plantin on these niggas
Simply cause these niggas got bank accounts that's
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 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 get from me is a cock sucking pistol case
Unless you plan on a lil' somethin in my shit
Just because you ain't got shit,
Give em a 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 up in the gank hole
The only way whip that motherfucker is when you whip that

And we choke the motherfucker (Me the motherfucker!)
So when you hear my song and get it on
You better 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 guard to inmate):
Guard: Do you know how many years you're facin
25 to life and that's on the
So you better on your partner
Fuck that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself.
Niggas getting caught, doin time so snitchin
They pickin 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 then give them some of them
Just because we're niggas and they figure no smarter
We sell each albums, start frattin our partners
They start up shit that happened back in 85
And then comes the largest bitch they fuckin time
You might as play the state
Cos you to day for day
And sellin out your homeboys the shit
Cos ya'll gon to die in this bitch, bitch
wit cha white suit on
And wit cha motherfuckin boots on
Put ya in my shit and let me try on ya hood