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 gettin' now
These motherfuckin' cops be shit on these niggas
Simply because these niggas got bank accounts that's

I just can't get no from you motherfuckin' rollers
Every I pull my Benz-o out, you pull 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 pistol case
Unless you plan on plantin' a somethin' in my shit
Just you ain't got shit, bitch

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

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

So when you hear my song and get it on
You better come prepared
You wit'cha 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 years you're 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 pickin' up on a funky ass suspicion
We'll be goin' for some questioning we think
And end up gettin' hit the fuckin' kitchen sink

Racketeer and laundering, Kingpin
If they got some unsolved murders, give him some of them
Just because we're niggas and they figure 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 'cause you gon' do day for day
And sellin' out your homeboys ain't the

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

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