Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

Trouble seems to catch a with his cards down
Gotta keep my up, shit's gettin hard now
These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on niggas
Simply because these niggas got bank that's bigger
I just can't get no peace from you motherfuckin
Everytime I pull my benz or what, pull me over
I'm sick of motherfuckers who be whitey's coke tip
Blacker than a motherfucker, 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 case
Unless you on plantin a lil' somethin in my shit
Just because you got shit, bitch!
Give em a and a trigger and that makes em figure
That they can fuck with a million dollar
They got you mixed up, up at the segas, shookin indo
fucked up in the gank-hole
The only way you'll whip that motherfucker is you whip that

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

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

Interlude:(prison guard to inmate)

Guard: do you how many years you're facing inside?
25 to life and that's on the
So you better on your partner
Inmate: fuck that! it was brad dawg, I ain't 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 kitchen sink
and laundering, kingpin wondering
If got some unsolved murders, then give him some of them
Just because we're niggas and they figure we're no
We sell each other albums, frattin on our partners
They start up shit that happened back in '85
And then comes the largest jury, bitch, they time!
You as well play the state
Cos you to day for day
And out your homeboys ain't the shit
Cos gonna have to die in this bitch, bitch!
Lobbin wit'cha white on
And dyin wit'cha motherfuckin on

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