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 shit on these niggas
Simply because these niggas got accounts that's bigger
I just can't get no peace from you rollers
I pull my benz or what, 'cha pull me over
I'm sick of motherfuckers who be checking whitey's tip
than a motherfucker, sweat me 'bout my *? dope-sip*?
Niggas just take cut and get your ass up out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a cock-sucking case
Unless you plan on plantin a lil' in my shit
because you ain't got shit, bitch!
Give em a badge and a trigger and that em figure
they can fuck with a million dollar nigga
They got you up, fixed up at the segas, shookin indo
Gettin up in the gank-hole
The only way you'll whip motherfucker is when you whip that

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

(put ya in my shit and let me try on your 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 on the real
So you snitch on your partner
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 unsolved murders, then give him some of them
Just because we're niggas and they figure no smarter
We sell each other albums, start frattin on our
They start bringin up that happened back in '85
And then comes the largest jury, bitch, fuckin time!
You as well play the state
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 suits on
And wit'cha motherfuckin boots on

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