Luyện nghe bài hát Dying With Your Boots On

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

I just can't get no from you motherfuckin' rollers
time 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 take your cut and get your ass up out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a cock-suckin' case
you plan on plantin' a lil' somethin' in my shit
Just because you got shit, bitch

'em a badge and a trigger and that makes 'em figure
That they can fuck with a million nigga
They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, Indo
fucked up in the gank-hole

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

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

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

Do you know how many years facing inside?
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
We'll be goin' for some questioning we think
And end up gettin' hit with the fuckin' kitchen

Racketeer and laundering, wondering
If got some unsolved murders, then give him some of them
Just because we're niggas and they we're no smarter
We'll sell each 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 well play the state 'cause you do day for day
And sellin' out your homeboys the shit

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

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