Luyện nghe bài hát Dying With Your Boots On

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

I just can't get no peace you motherfuckin' rollers
Every time I pull my Benz-o out, you pull me
I'm sick of motherfuckers who be Whitey's coattails
Blacker a motherfucker, sweat me 'bout my dope-sales

Niggas just take cut and get your ass up out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a pistol case
Unless you plan on 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 nigga
They got you mixed up, up at the Segas, shookin' Indo
Gettin' up in the gank-hole

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

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

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

Do you how many years you're facing inside?
25 to life and on the real
So you better snitch on partner
Fuck that, it was Dawg, I ain't goin' out by myself

gettin' caught, doin' time, so they snitchin'
They pickin' niggas up on a ass suspicion
be goin' down for some questioning we think
And end up gettin' hit with the fuckin' kitchen

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

They start bringin' up that happened back in '85
And then comes the jury, bitch, they fuckin' time
You might as play the state 'cause you gon' do day for day
And sellin' out your homeboys ain't the

'Cause y'all gonna have to die in bitch, bitch
wit'cha white suits on
And wit'cha motherfuckin' boots on

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