Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

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

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

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

gettin caught, doin time, so they snitchin
They pickin niggas up on a ass suspicion
be goin down for some questioning we think
And end up gettin hit with the kitchen sink
Racketeer and laundering, kingpin
If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of
Just because we're niggas and they we're no smarter
We sell other albums, start frattin on 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 out your homeboys ain't the shit
Cos y'all have to die in this bitch, bitch!
wit'cha white suits on
And wit'cha motherfuckin boots on

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