Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards
Gotta keep my drawers up, gettin hard now
These cops be plantin shit on these niggas
Simply because niggas got bank accounts that's bigger
I just can't get no peace from you motherfuckin
Everytime I pull my benz or what, 'cha pull me
I'm sick of motherfuckers who be whitey's coke tip
Blacker than a motherfucker, sweat me 'bout my *?
Niggas just take your cut and get 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' somethin in my
Just you ain't got shit, bitch!
Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em
That can fuck with a million dollar nigga
got you mixed up, fixed up at the segas, shookin 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 come prepared motherfucker, you dyin wit'cha boots on

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

Interlude:(prison talking to inmate)

Guard: do you know how many you're facing inside?
25 to life and that's on the
So you better snitch on your
Inmate: fuck that! it was brad dawg, I ain't goin out by

Niggas gettin caught, 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 with the kitchen sink
Racketeer and laundering, wondering
If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of
Just because we're niggas and they figure we're no
We sell each other albums, start on our partners
start bringin up shit that happened back in '85
And then comes the jury, bitch, they fuckin time!
You might as well play the
Cos you to day for day
And sellin out homeboys ain't the shit
Cos y'all have to die in this bitch, bitch!
Lobbin wit'cha suits on
And wit'cha motherfuckin boots on

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