Luyện nghe bài hát Going Out With a Blast

Gotta go, cause if I go
I know I gotta go, but I'm out with a blast
(goin out a what)

Goin out a blast, to tells buck a buck a!
Murder on my motherfucker, so fuck ya x2

I'm on the run with guns, murder in the first
Preaching, smilin making money my gun, haters disperse
the worst that can happen to capital f-i
I might die but to try, see, cause stakes is my right eye
is shooting the automatic collecting recieving all the cabbage
Was my advantage, you forgot I'm the baddest, baddest
The crowd my men, nine milla cheater meter
As my brain tissue, pauses and ass eater
Welcome to the edition of splitting and ass kicking
My mission to glisten a for every rendition
What's my living, is for giving, the fiends sellen to rock it
And my logic the prophet, and if she it
You get dropped stop it, it
As my sad ass back for the cash
Tell me, how many players goin out my

x3

You niggas a bunch of young bucks young luck so what the fuck
My bitches glare, and them hoes ain't stuck bro
cause of me, nopd on it
Helecopter, so I had to holler at p to get the
Proper, hollered at a popper that third
A crazy bitch I'll b.o., but deep a nigga earn
Word, you ain't heard, this nigga fed up
Pressure, to my head up, I pop a dead up
Let up, the whole smoked out like woodstock
If you good you not plot and get chopped
from the cocked glock, as it was a hum
From two things I can't are my cum and my gun

x2

Leave his for me, and I'm a make sure his ass goin suffer
he was a fed, I'm a blow off both of his colors
He'd ? ? ? ? war of my mother, man, I wish I could it
But fuck it, I know I snorted past my budget
life, I'm a rush it, dead cope with the bang
Cause ne'er a did a damn thing where I hang

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