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 hard 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 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 'bout my *?
Niggas just your cut and get your ass up out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a 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 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 only way you'll whip motherfucker is when you whip that

And we the motherfucker (me stuck the motherfucker!)
So you hear my song and wanna get it on
You better come prepared motherfucker, you wit'cha 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 guard 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
Inmate: fuck that! it was brad dawg, I ain't goin out by

Niggas caught, doin time, so they snitchin
They niggas up on a funky ass suspicion
We'll be goin down for questioning we think
And end up gettin hit with the kitchen 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 sell each albums, start frattin on our partners
They start bringin up shit 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 homeboys the shit
Cos y'all gonna to die in this bitch, bitch!
Lobbin wit'cha white on
And wit'cha motherfuckin boots on

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