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!
when we, that's when we ride on these bitches!

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

[Verse 1:Johnny 3
Don't get us wrong we only made song,
To make you feel hard you hit the bong.
And when the 40's up and then the gone,
To Lick shots, kill cops, to a song.
So them toasters out them holsters,
Pull that shirt off your shoulders.
Pull that nine, is how you hold her,
Pull trigger, HU soldiers!
Punk, out on the block!
Tick-tock, you stop!
like when we drop top so hot!
Johnny 3's been whiskey,
Trigger finger frisky,
When you shoot it's so risky,
Dead in a ditch but I you miss me.

[Сhorus:
when we ride on bitches!
You faggot snitches!
So don't you try, we're nines!
We leave you in ditches!
That's when we on bitches!
You fucking snitches!
So you try, we're 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 think I like you but my 9 don't,
And how shots till you hit that 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 ask any questions I just spray.
So hey, I may say may be risque,
Deuce me this way.
That's why you don't no beef,
'Cause me verse you's like the geek.
So we can talk or in the street,
But my gun first 'cause he loves to speak bitch!

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

[Verse 3: Man & Charlie Scene]
In the Coupe DeVille with the rims,
Playing bitches like a violin.
I got freaks than a carnival,
Pop the trunk, my arsenal.
I got bats, gats, straps, so let's a war,
I'll eat you alive a carnivore.
My guns need nicotine they smoke than me,
I'm with my boy Charles P. go to war with 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 I'm skating on Daytons,
And that's like Freddy Krueger on Jason.
got the Funny Man losing his patience,
Leave you dead in a ditch on and Franklin.

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

Deuce]
UNDEAD!

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

[Verse 4:
If it's time to ride, who's to ride?
Undead, pop shots, down to die.
Who's down to die, who's to die?
Undead, pop shots, bound to ride.
hat sideways, white-bold LA,
Flat on back leave you smoked 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,
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 come to with the pistol 44.
There's some to the that about the weed gat,
You may know just leave it at...

Deuce]
That's when we, when we, that's when we ride!
when we, that's when we ride on these bitches!
That's when we, that's when we, that's we ride!
when we, that's when we ride on these bitches!