Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards
keep my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now
These motherfuckin cops be shit on these niggas
Simply because these niggas got accounts that's bigger
I just can't get no peace you motherfuckin rollers
Everytime I pull my benz or what, 'cha pull me
I'm sick of motherfuckers who be checking coke tip
Blacker than a motherfucker, me 'bout my *? dope-sip*?
Niggas just take your cut and get ass up out my face
The only thing you get from me is a cock-sucking pistol case
Unless you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my
Just because you got shit, bitch!
Give em a badge and a trigger and makes em figure
That they can fuck with a million nigga
They got you up, fixed up at the segas, shookin indo
fucked up in the gank-hole
The only way you'll whip that motherfucker is when you that

And we choke the motherfucker (me the motherfucker!)
So when you my song and wanna get it on
You better come prepared motherfucker, you wit'cha boots on

(put ya foot in my and let me try on your hood)
Dyin boots on
(put ya foot in my and let me try on your hood)

Interlude:(prison talking to inmate)

Guard: do you know how many years facing inside?
25 to life and that's on the
So you better on your partner
fuck that! it was brad dawg, I ain't goin out by myself

Niggas gettin caught, doin time, so snitchin
They pickin niggas up on a ass suspicion
We'll be goin down for some questioning we
And end up gettin hit with the kitchen sink
Racketeer and laundering, wondering
If they got unsolved murders, then give him some of them
Just because we're niggas and figure we're no smarter
We sell each other albums, start on our partners
They start up shit that happened back in '85
And then comes the largest jury, bitch, they time!
You might as play the state
Cos you to day for day
And sellin out your homeboys ain't the
Cos gonna have to die in this bitch, bitch!
Lobbin wit'cha suits on
And dyin motherfuckin boots on

(put ya foot in my and let me try on your hood)