Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

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

And we choke the (Me Stuck the motherfucker!)
So you hear my song and wanna 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
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 snitch on partner
Inmate: Fuck that! It was Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself.
Niggas getting caught, time so they snitchin
They pickin niggas up on funky
We'll be goin for some questionin we think
And end up gettin hit wit the kitchen sink
Rackteer and laundering, Kingpin
If they got some murders then give them some of them
Just because we're and they figure we're no smarter
We sell each other albums, start frattin our
They start up shit that happened back 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 ain't the shit
Cos ya'll gon have to die in this bitch,
Lobbin wit cha white on
And dyin wit cha boots on
Put ya in my shit and let me try on ya hood