Luyện nghe bài hát Dyin Wit'cha Boots On

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

And we choke the (me stuck 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 and let me try on your hood)
Dyin wit'cha on
(put ya in my shit and let me try on your hood)

Interlude:(prison guard to inmate)

do you know how many years you're facing inside?
25 to life and on the real
So you better snitch on your
Inmate: fuck that! it was brad dawg, I goin out by myself

Niggas gettin caught, doin time, so they
They pickin niggas up on a ass suspicion
We'll be goin down for some we think
And end up gettin hit with the fuckin sink
and laundering, kingpin wondering
If they got some unsolved murders, then him some of them
Just because niggas and they figure we're no smarter
We sell each other albums, start frattin on our
start bringin up shit that happened back in '85
And then comes the largest jury, bitch, fuckin time!
You might as play the state
Cos you to day for day
And sellin out your homeboys the shit
Cos y'all have to die in this bitch, bitch!
Lobbin wit'cha suits on
And dyin motherfuckin boots on

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