Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

Trouble seems to a motherfucker with his cards down
Gotta keep my up, shit's gettin hard now
motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these niggas
Simply cause these got bank accounts that's bigga
I just can't get no from u motherfuckin rollers
Everytime I my Benz or what watch cha pull me over
I'm sick of motherfuckers who be Whitey's coke tip
Blacker 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 pistol
Unless you plan on a lil' somethin in my shit
Just because you ain't got shit,
Give em a badge and a trigger and makes em figure
That they can with a million dolla nigga
They got u mixed up, 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 the motherfucker (Me Stuck 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 in my shit and let me try on your hood
wit cha boots on
Put foot in my shit and let me try on your hood

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