Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

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

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

(put ya foot in my shit and let me try on hood)
Dyin boots on
(put ya foot in my 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 better on your partner
Inmate: fuck that! it was brad dawg, I ain't goin out by

Niggas caught, doin time, so they snitchin
pickin niggas up on a funky ass suspicion
We'll be down 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 some of
Just we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter
We sell each other albums, frattin on our partners
start bringin up shit that happened back in '85
And then comes the largest jury, bitch, they time!
You might as well play the
Cos you to day for day
And sellin out your ain't the shit
Cos y'all gonna to die in this bitch, bitch!
Lobbin wit'cha suits on
And dyin wit'cha boots on

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