Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker his cards down
keep my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now
These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these
Simply cause these niggas got bank accounts bigga
I just get no peace from u motherfuckin rollers
Everytime I pull my Benz or what watch cha pull me
I'm of motherfuckers who be checkin Whitey's coke tip
than a motherfucker, sweat me bout` dope sip
Niggas just your 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 plantin a lil' in my shit
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, shookin
Getting up in the gank hole
The only way you'll that motherfucker is when 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.
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 talkin' to inmate):
Guard: Do you how many years you're facin inside?
25 to life and that's on the
So you better snitch on your
Inmate: Fuck that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't out by myself.
Niggas getting caught, doin so they snitchin
They pickin niggas up on suspicion
We'll be goin for some questionin we think
And end up gettin hit wit the fuckin sink
Rackteer and laundering, wondering
If they got some unsolved murders then give some of them
because we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter
We sell each albums, start frattin our partners
They start bringin up shit that happened in 85
And then comes the largest jury bitch they time
You might as well play the
Cos you to day for day
And sellin out your homeboys ain't the
Cos ya'll gon have to die in this bitch,
Lobbin wit cha suit on
And wit cha motherfuckin boots on
Put ya in my shit and let me try on ya hood