Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his down
Gotta keep my up, shit's gettin hard now
These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on niggas
Simply these niggas got bank accounts that's bigger
I can't get no peace from you motherfuckin rollers
I pull my benz or what, 'cha pull me over
I'm of motherfuckers who be checking whitey's coke tip
Blacker than a motherfucker, me 'bout my *? dope-sip*?
Niggas just take your cut and get your ass up out my
The only thing you probably get from me is a pistol case
Unless you plan on plantin a somethin in my shit
because you ain't got shit, bitch!
Give em a badge and a and that makes em figure
That they can fuck 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 (me stuck the motherfucker!)
So when you my song and wanna 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 wit'cha 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 life and that's on the
So you better on your partner
Inmate: fuck that! it was dawg, I ain't goin out by myself

Niggas caught, doin time, so they snitchin
They pickin up on a funky ass suspicion
We'll be goin for some questioning we think
And end up gettin hit with the fuckin sink
Racketeer and laundering, wondering
If they got some unsolved murders, then give him of them
Just we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter
We each other albums, start frattin on our partners
They start bringin up shit that 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 sellin out homeboys ain't the shit
Cos y'all gonna have to die in bitch, bitch!
Lobbin wit'cha suits on
And dyin wit'cha boots on

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