Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

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

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

[Verse 3 Tears]
Don't get us wrong we only made song,
To make you hard when you hit the bong.
And when the 40's up and the 40's gone,
To Lick shots, cops, to a hip-hop song.
So pull toasters out them holsters,
Pull that right off your shoulders.
Pull that nine, is how you hold her,
Pull trigger, HU soldiers!
Punk, out on the block!
Tick-tock, you stop!
Hip-hop when we drop top so hot!
Johnny 3's drinking whiskey,
Trigger feeling frisky,
you shoot it's so damn risky,
Dead in a but I hope you miss me.

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

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

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

[Verse 3: Man & Charlie Scene]
In the Coupe DeVille the shiny rims,
these bitches like a violin.
I got freaks than a carnival,
Pop the trunk, my arsenal.
I got bats, gats, straps, so start a war,
eat you alive 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 swinging from a tree!
Dropping on these haters so bleed!
I'm at you bitches full-speed!
Man lay off the weed!
People get jealous when I'm on Daytons,
And that's Freddy Krueger hating on Jason.
That's got the Funny Man his patience,
Leave you in a ditch on Highland and Franklin.

[Сhorus:
when we ride on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So you try, we're packing nines!
We leave you in ditches!

Deuce]
UNDEAD!

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

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

[Outro:
That's when we, when we, that's when we ride!
when we, that's when we ride on these bitches!
That's when we, that's we, that's when we ride!
That's when we, that's when we ride on bitches!