Luyện nghe bài hát Dying With Your Boots On

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

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

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

Give 'em a badge and a trigger and makes 'em figure
That can fuck with a million dollar nigga
They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, shookin'
Gettin' up in the gank-hole

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

So you hear my song and wanna get it on
You better come prepared
You wit'cha boots 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 how many years you're facing inside?
25 to life and on the real
So you snitch on your partner
Fuck that, it was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin' out by

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

and laundering, Kingpin wondering
If they got some unsolved murders, then give him of them
because we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter
We'll sell each other out and start 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 the state 'cause you gon' do day for day
And sellin' out homeboys ain't the shit

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

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