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 hard now
These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on niggas
Simply these niggas got bank accounts that's bigger
I just can't get no peace you motherfuckin rollers
Everytime I pull my or what, 'cha pull me over
I'm of motherfuckers who be checking whitey's coke 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 from me is a cock-sucking pistol
Unless you plan on plantin a lil' in my shit
because you ain't got shit, bitch!
Give em a and a trigger and that makes em figure
they 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 only way you'll whip that motherfucker is when you whip

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

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

Interlude:(prison talking to inmate)

Guard: do you 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 caught, doin time, so they snitchin
They pickin niggas up on a ass suspicion
We'll be goin down for some 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 niggas and they figure we're no smarter
We sell other albums, start frattin on our partners
They start bringin up that happened back in '85
And then comes the jury, bitch, they fuckin time!
You as well play 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 foot in my and let me try on your hood)