Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards
Gotta my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now
These motherfuckin cops be shit on these niggas
Simply because these niggas got bank accounts bigger
I just can't get no peace from you rollers
Everytime I pull my benz or what, pull me over
I'm sick of motherfuckers who be checking whitey's tip
than 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 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 makes em figure
That they can fuck with a dollar nigga
They got you up, fixed up at the segas, shookin indo
Gettin up in the gank-hole
The only way you'll whip motherfucker is when you whip that

And we the motherfucker (me stuck the motherfucker!)
So when you hear my song and get it on
You better come prepared motherfucker, you dyin 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 guard to inmate)

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

Niggas gettin caught, doin time, so snitchin
They pickin up on a funky ass suspicion
We'll be down for some questioning we think
And end up gettin hit with the fuckin kitchen
Racketeer and laundering, kingpin
If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of
Just because we're niggas and they figure no smarter
We sell each other albums, start frattin on our
They bringin up shit that happened back in '85
And then the largest jury, bitch, they fuckin time!
You might as play the state
Cos you to day for day
And sellin out your homeboys the shit
Cos y'all gonna to die in this bitch, bitch!
Lobbin wit'cha white on
And dyin motherfuckin boots on

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