Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

Trouble seems to catch a with his cards down
Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin now
These motherfuckin cops be plantin on these niggas
Simply because these niggas got bank accounts that's
I just can't get no peace from you motherfuckin
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*?
Niggas 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 and a trigger and that makes em figure
That can fuck with a million dollar nigga
got you mixed up, fixed up at the segas, shookin indo
Gettin fucked up in the
The way you'll whip that motherfucker is when you whip that

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

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

Interlude:(prison talking to inmate)

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

Niggas caught, doin time, so they snitchin
They pickin niggas up on a funky ass
We'll be down for some questioning we think
And end up gettin hit with the fuckin sink
Racketeer and laundering, wondering
If they got unsolved murders, then give him some of them
Just because we're and they figure we're no smarter
We sell each other albums, frattin on our partners
They start up shit that happened back in '85
And comes the largest jury, bitch, they 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 white suits on
And wit'cha motherfuckin boots on

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