Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

[Intro:
faggots.
That's when we, that's when we, when we ride!
That's when we, that's we ride on these bitches!
That's when we, when we, that's when we ride!
That's we, that's when we ride on these bitches!

[Сhorus:
That's when we on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!
That's when we on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!

[Verse 3 Tears]
get us wrong we only made this song,
To make you feel hard you hit the bong.
And the 40's up and then the 40's gone,
To Lick shots, kill cops, to a song.
So pull toasters out them holsters,
Pull that shirt right off shoulders.
Pull that nine, this is how you her,
Pull trigger, HU soldiers!
Punk, out on the block!
Tick-tock, you stop!
Hip-hop when we drop top so hot!
3's been drinking whiskey,
Trigger finger frisky,
you shoot it's so damn risky,
Dead in a but I hope you miss me.

[Сhorus:
That's we ride on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!
That's when we on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So don't you try, packing nines!
We you dead in ditches!

[Verse 2: Charlie Scene & Man]
up, hold on, oh no,
Got you in a choke-hold.
And I think I you but my 9 sho' don't,
And how many shots till you hit that I bet fo'.
Yo Charlie, you loco.
Fo' sho', how many dipping in my four-door?
I see 3.
Bitch no, there's 5 in the and your girl's on my lap,
a down-low, pro hoe fo' sho'.
What, what the did I just say?
I don't ask any questions I spray.
So hey, I may say may be risque,
made me this way.
That's why you don't no beef,
'Cause me verse you's like the geek.
So we can talk or in the street,
But my gun talks first 'cause he to speak bitch!

Deuce]
That's when we on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So don't you try, we're nines!
We you dead in ditches!
when we ride on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!

3: Funny Man & Charlie Scene]
In the Coupe DeVille the shiny rims,
Playing bitches like a violin.
I got more freaks a carnival,
Pop the trunk, my arsenal.
I got bats, gats, straps, so let's a war,
I'll eat you like a carnivore.
My guns need they smoke more than me,
I'm with my boy Charles P. go to war with me.
Oh wee, yo, King Kong from a tree!
Dropping on these haters so bleed!
I'm coming at you full-speed!
Man lay off the weed!
People get jealous I'm skating on Daytons,
And that's like Freddy Krueger on Jason.
That's got the Funny Man his patience,
Leave you dead in a on Highland and Franklin.

Deuce]
That's we ride on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So don't you try, we're nines!
We you dead in ditches!

[Brige:
UNDEAD!

SAY "WHAT THE FUCK!"
SIX UP!
NOW THE FUCK?
THEM UP!

[Verse 4:
If it's to ride, who's down to ride?
Undead, pop shots, down to die.
Who's down to die, who's down to
Undead, pop shots, we're to ride.
Black hat sideways, LA,
Flat on your back you smoked like an ashtray.
split, face ripped, nod if you're listening,
Shot to the cross, you dead like a Christian.
Pop, pop, your heart stops, stops,
When I cock, cock,
My gun I shoot for fun,
That's how the was won.
I an ounce and then I sell two more,
Then I come to collect the pistol 44.
There's truth to the that about the weed gat,
You may never know just it at...

Deuce]
That's when we, when we, that's when we ride!
That's when we, that's we ride on these bitches!
That's when we, that's when we, when we ride!
That's we, that's when we ride on these bitches!