Luyện nghe bài hát Black Cadillac

Ride, slide, low
Black Cadillac, on them hunnit
Ride, slide, smoke
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes
What you do when the shit goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your
'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the
Black Cadillac, on them spokes

When the streets grow cold and my sight red
Got the pistol grip-hold and a to your head
Yeah, somebody talked, yeah, somebody
Yeah, somebody's buried, yeah, dead
We found the white wolf stuffed in my ball cap
Got your white ball jacked and my lab black
Got the all wrapped, devil hanging out the back
Now you're just a on the cemetery track
We and we load, we rock and we roll
We cock and we go, it's the Undead
You know I mean what I say, better drop we spray
It's too late to pray on Day
Hear those It's the end of your life
Someone's gotta live and someone's die
comes hell, it's redemption, right?

Now you're a ghost on a cold, blind night

Ride, slide, low
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes
Ride, slide, smoke
Black Cadillac, on hunnit spokes
What you gonna do the shit goes down?
Six rolling through your hometown

'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the
Black Cadillac, on them spokes

Roll up in the spot like a grenade
And we celebrate like a pimp parade
in liquor till the end of my days
Rolling with Funny Man in a of haze
Who knew I turn the trees blue?
You're sitting on the internet like "is shit true?"
And I don't give a fuck about bad review
I pop out the screen with a big "fuck you!"
Then hop in the backseat and get to the
Cut down your dreams like the Hollywood
Except this is real, not acting
We're still so thanks for asking
Too smart to get caught up in the cavities

Boo you off-stage, just another
And, sir, you know that we lack morality?
"Fuck, suck, dick, lick, man, we nasty"

Ride, slide, low
Black Cadillac, on them spokes
Ride, slide, smoke
Black Cadillac, on them spokes

What you gonna do the shit goes down?
Six misfits rolling through hometown
'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes

Semi-automatic words you to spray the masses
Gas is lit quick, on the matchstick
The class is classic, lyrical
Got you bitches begging for the backstage
with the bosses, causing havoc
I'm just in because they never gonna have it
So sad you're sad, bitch, so glad you this
Got pneumatic, emphatic Cadillac shit
Got the cardiac kit, where's the at, trick?
Watch me pull a hat trick, joint on the tip
Got the loud in the 'Velli

All eyes on me, you can call me
We don't give a fuck, we did
Hit you the thunder where you stand, it's how we live
Believe me when we do it, yeah, we do it big
And if we you how to win, we do it for the kids

Ride, slide, low
Cadillac, on them hunnit spokes
Ride, slide, control
Black Cadillac, on them spokes
you gonna do when the shit goes down?
Six misfits rolling through your
'Cause we ride, slide, so hit the
Black Cadillac, on them spokes