Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his down
Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin now
These motherfuckin cops be shit on these niggas
Simply because these got bank accounts that's bigger
I just can't get no peace from you rollers
Everytime I pull my benz or what, 'cha pull me
I'm sick of who be checking whitey's coke tip
Blacker than a motherfucker, sweat me 'bout my *?
Niggas just take your cut and get your ass up out my
The only thing you probably get from me is a cock-sucking pistol
Unless you plan on plantin a lil' in my shit
Just you ain't got shit, bitch!
Give em a badge and a 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 that motherfucker is when you whip that

And we choke the motherfucker (me the motherfucker!)
So you hear my song and wanna get it on
You better come prepared motherfucker, you dyin boots on

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

Interlude:(prison talking to inmate)

Guard: do you know how many years facing inside?
25 to and that's on the real
So you snitch 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 goin down for some questioning we
And end up gettin hit with the fuckin sink
Racketeer and laundering, wondering
If they got some unsolved murders, give him some of them
Just because we're and they figure we're no smarter
We sell each other albums, frattin on our partners
They start bringin up shit that back in '85
And then the largest jury, bitch, they fuckin time!
You might as well play the
Cos you to day for day
And sellin out your ain't the shit
Cos gonna have to die in this bitch, bitch!
wit'cha white suits on
And dyin wit'cha motherfuckin on

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