Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

Trouble seems to a motherfucker with his cards down
Gotta my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now
motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these niggas
Simply because these niggas got accounts that's bigger
I just can't get no from you motherfuckin rollers
I pull my benz or what, 'cha pull me over
I'm of motherfuckers who be checking whitey's coke tip
Blacker than a motherfucker, me 'bout my *? dope-sip*?
Niggas just take your cut and get your ass up out my
The only thing you get from me is a cock-sucking pistol case
Unless you plan on plantin a somethin in my shit
Just you ain't got shit, bitch!
Give em a badge and a trigger and makes em figure
That can fuck with a million dollar nigga
They got you mixed up, fixed up at the segas, indo
Gettin up in the gank-hole
The only way you'll whip motherfucker is when you whip that

And we choke the motherfucker (me the motherfucker!)
So when you hear my song and get it on
You better come prepared motherfucker, you dyin boots on

(put ya foot in my shit and let me try on hood)
Dyin wit'cha on
(put ya foot in my shit and let me try on hood)

Interlude:(prison talking to inmate)

Guard: do you know how many years you're inside?
25 to and that's on the real
So you snitch on your partner
fuck 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
We'll be down for some questioning we think
And end up gettin hit the fuckin kitchen sink
Racketeer and laundering, wondering
If they got some murders, then give him some of them
because we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter
We sell other albums, start frattin on our partners
They start bringin up shit happened back in '85
And then the largest jury, bitch, they fuckin time!
You as well play the state
Cos you to day for day
And sellin out your homeboys ain't the
Cos y'all gonna have to die in bitch, bitch!
wit'cha white suits on
And dyin wit'cha boots on

(put ya foot in my shit and let me try on hood)