Luyện nghe bài hát Dying With Your Boots On

Trouble to catch a motherfucker with his cards down
Gotta my drawers up, shit's gettin' hard now
motherfuckin' cops be plantin' shit on these niggas
Simply because these niggas got bank accounts that's

I just can't get no peace from you rollers
Every I pull my Benz-o out, you pull me over
I'm sick of who be jocking Whitey's coattails
Blacker than a motherfucker, sweat me 'bout my

Niggas just take your cut and get your ass up out my
The only you probably get from me is a cock-suckin' 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 they can fuck with a dollar nigga
They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, Indo
fucked up in the gank-hole

The only way whip that motherfucker
Is when you that motherfucker
And we choke the
(Man, that motherfucker)

So when you my song and wanna get it on
You better come motherfucker
You dyin' wit'cha on

(Put ya in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)
wit'cha boots on
(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on boots)

Do you know how many you're facing inside?
25 to life and that's on the
So you better snitch on partner
Fuck that, it was Brad Dawg, I goin' out by myself

Niggas gettin' caught, time, so they snitchin'
They pickin' up on a funky ass suspicion
We'll be goin' down for some we think
And end up gettin' hit the fuckin' kitchen sink

Racketeer and laundering, wondering
If they got unsolved murders, then give him some of them
because we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter
We'll sell each other out and rattin' on our partners

They start bringin' up that happened back in '85
And then comes the largest jury, bitch, fuckin' time
You as well play the state 'cause you gon' do day for day
And sellin' out your homeboys the shit

'Cause y'all gonna have to die in this bitch,
Lobbin' white suits on
And dyin' motherfuckin' boots on

(Put ya in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)