Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

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

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

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

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

2: Charlie Scene & Funny Man]
Wait up, on, oh no,
Got you in a choke-hold.
And I think I like you but my 9 don't,
And how many shots you hit that flo' I bet fo'.
Yo Charlie, you loco.
Fo' sho', how many people dipping in my
I see 3.
no, there's 5 in the back and your girl's on my lap,
a down-low, pro hoe fo' sho'.
What, what the fuck did I say?
I don't ask any I just 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 beat the geek.
So we can talk or in the street,
But my gun talks first 'cause he loves to bitch!

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

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

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

[Brige:
UNDEAD!

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

[Verse 4:
If time to ride, who's down to ride?
Undead, pop shots, we're to die.
Who's to die, who's down to die?
Undead, pop shots, we're to ride.
hat sideways, white-bold LA,
Flat on your back leave you 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,
I come to collect with the pistol 44.
There's some truth to the that the weed gat,
You may never know leave it at...

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