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 hard now
These motherfuckin cops be plantin 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 me over
I'm of motherfuckers who be checkin Whitey's coke tip
Blacker than a motherfucker, me bout` dope sip
Niggas just your cut and get yo ass out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a cock sucking case
Unless you on plantin a lil' somethin in my shit
Just because you got shit, bitch
Give em a badge and a trigger and that em figure
That they can fuck a million dolla nigga
They got u mixed up, up in the Segas, shookin Indo
fucked up in the gank hole
The only way you'll whip that motherfucker is you whip that

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

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