Luyện nghe bài hát Dying With Your Boots On

Trouble seems to catch a with his cards down
Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin' now
These motherfuckin' cops be plantin' shit on these
Simply because these niggas got bank accounts bigger

I just can't get no peace from you motherfuckin'
Every I pull my Benz-o out, you pull me over
I'm sick of motherfuckers who be Whitey's coattails
Blacker than a motherfucker, me 'bout my dope-sales

Niggas take your cut and get your ass up out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a pistol case
you plan on plantin' a lil' somethin' in my shit
Just you ain't got shit, bitch

Give 'em a badge and a trigger and makes 'em figure
That they can with a million dollar nigga
They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, Indo
fucked up in the gank-hole

The way you'll whip that motherfucker
Is when you whip motherfucker
And we choke the
(Man, fuck motherfucker)

So when you hear my song and get it on
You better come motherfucker
You wit'cha boots on

(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on boots)
Dyin' boots on
(Put ya in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)

Do you know how many years you're facing
25 to life and that's on the
So you better snitch on partner
Fuck that, it was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin' out by

Niggas gettin' caught, doin' time, so they
They pickin' up on a funky ass suspicion
We'll be down for some questioning we think
And end up hit with the fuckin' kitchen sink

Racketeer and laundering, wondering
If they got some unsolved murders, then him some of them
Just because we're and they figure we're no smarter
We'll sell other out and start rattin' on our partners

They start bringin' up shit that happened in '85
And then comes the largest jury, bitch, they time
You as well play the state 'cause you gon' do day for day
And sellin' out your homeboys the shit

'Cause y'all gonna have to die in bitch, bitch
Lobbin' wit'cha suits on
And dyin' motherfuckin' boots on

(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on boots)