Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker his cards down
Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin now
These motherfuckin be plantin shit on these niggas
Simply these niggas got bank accounts that's bigger
I just get no peace from you motherfuckin rollers
Everytime I my benz or what, 'cha pull me over
I'm sick of who be checking whitey's coke tip
than a motherfucker, sweat 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
you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my shit
Just you ain't got shit, bitch!
Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em
That they can fuck a million dollar nigga
They got you mixed up, fixed up at the segas, shookin
Gettin fucked up in the
The only way you'll whip motherfucker is when you whip that

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

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

Interlude:(prison guard to inmate)

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

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

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