Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

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

And we choke the motherfucker (Me the motherfucker!)
So when you hear my and wanna get it on
You come prepared motherfucker. You dyin wit cha boots on.
Chorus: Put 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):
Guard: Do you know how many you're facin inside?
25 to and that's on the real
So you better snitch on partner
Inmate: that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself.
getting caught, doin time so they snitchin
They pickin niggas up on funky
We'll be goin for some questionin we think
And end up hit wit the fuckin kitchen sink
Rackteer and laundering, Kingpin
If they got some unsolved murders then give some of them
because we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter
We sell other albums, start frattin our partners
They start bringin up that happened back in 85
And then comes the jury bitch they fuckin time
You might as well play the
Cos you to day for day
And sellin out homeboys ain't the shit
Cos gon have to die in this 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