Luyện nghe bài hát Dying With Your Boots On

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

I just can't get no peace from you motherfuckin'
Every time I pull my Benz-o out, you me over
I'm sick of motherfuckers who be jocking Whitey's
Blacker than a motherfucker, 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 cock-suckin' pistol
Unless you plan on a lil' somethin' in my shit
Just because you ain't got shit,

'em a badge and a trigger and that makes 'em figure
That they can fuck 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
Is when you that motherfucker
And we the motherfucker
(Man, that motherfucker)

So you hear my song and wanna get it on
You better come prepared
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 know how many years you're facing
25 to and that's on the real
So you better snitch on your
Fuck that, it was Brad Dawg, I ain't 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 hit with the fuckin' kitchen sink

Racketeer and laundering, Kingpin
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 each other out and rattin' on our partners

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

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

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