Luyện nghe bài hát Dead In Ditches

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

[Сhorus:
That's when we on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So don't you try, we're nines!
We you dead in ditches!
when we ride on bitches!
You faggot 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 then the gone,
To Lick shots, kill cops, to a song.
So pull them toasters out holsters,
that shirt right off your shoulders.
Pull nine, this is how you hold her,
that trigger, HU soldiers!
Punk, out on the block!
Tick-tock, you stop!
Hip-hop like when we top so hot!
Johnny 3's been whiskey,
Trigger feeling frisky,
When you shoot it's so risky,
in a ditch but I hope you miss me.

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

[Verse 2: Charlie & Funny Man]
Wait up, on, oh no,
Got you in a choke-hold.
And I I like you but my 9 sho' don't,
And how many shots till you hit flo' I bet fo'.
Yo Charlie, you loco.
Fo' sho', how many dipping in my four-door?
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 questions I spray.
So hey, I may say may be risque,
made me this way.
That's why you want no beef,
'Cause me verse like beat the geek.
So we can right or in the street,
But my gun talks first he loves to speak bitch!

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

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

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

[Brige:
UNDEAD!

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

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

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