Luyện nghe bài hát Dying With Your Boots On

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

I just get no peace from you motherfuckin' rollers
Every time I pull my out, you pull me over
I'm sick of who be jocking Whitey's coattails
than a motherfucker, sweat me 'bout my dope-sales

Niggas take your cut and get your ass up out my face
The only 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 badge and a and that makes 'em figure
That they can fuck a million dollar nigga
They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, Indo
fucked up in the gank-hole

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

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

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

Do you know how years you're facing inside?
25 to and that's on the real
So you better on your partner
that, it was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin' out by myself

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

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

They start bringin' up that happened back in '85
And then comes the largest jury, bitch, they fuckin'
You as well play the state 'cause you gon' do day for day
And sellin' out your homeboys the shit

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

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