Luyện nghe bài hát Dying With Your Boots On

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

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

Niggas just your cut and get your ass up out my face
The thing you probably get from me is a cock-suckin' pistol case
Unless you plan on plantin' a lil' somethin' in my
Just because you got shit, bitch

Give 'em a 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 whip motherfucker
And we the motherfucker
(Man, fuck motherfucker)

So you hear my song and wanna get it on
You better come motherfucker
You dyin' boots on

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

Do you know how many years facing inside?
25 to and that's 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 niggas up on a funky ass suspicion
We'll be down for some questioning we think
And end up gettin' hit the fuckin' kitchen sink

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

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

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

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