Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

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

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

(put ya foot in my shit and let me try on hood)
Dyin wit'cha on
(put ya foot in my shit and let me try on hood)

Interlude:(prison guard to inmate)

Guard: do you know how years you're facing inside?
25 to and that's on the real
So you better snitch on your
Inmate: 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 funky ass
be goin down for some questioning we think
And end up gettin hit the fuckin kitchen sink
Racketeer and laundering, wondering
If they got some unsolved murders, give him some of them
Just because we're niggas and they we're no smarter
We each other albums, start frattin on our partners
They start up shit that happened back in '85
And then the largest jury, bitch, they fuckin time!
You as well play the state
Cos you to day for day
And sellin out your ain't the shit
Cos y'all gonna have to die in bitch, bitch!
Lobbin wit'cha white on
And dyin wit'cha motherfuckin on

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