Luyện nghe bài hát I Go to Work

I'm the body creepin' through the streets on the East side
Took about 3 shots, of a homicide
Do a by in a second
Leave ya all bloody, and lying on the pavement
can save ya, when I'm in a homicidal rage
Nut up, and then start the 12 gauge
Sawed off pump in ass bitch
Say your prayers
Cause your headed to the
to the graveyard
A lil advice, never perpetrate and act
Cause when you are dead, muthafucka shit to lose

Still gettin my hustle on, and payin dues
Aint got shit to to you marks and you bustas
Always strapped cause you know I cant trust ya
Lights out, before I put ya in the
ya dead homie Blaze, bitch I go to work

I go to everyday
up yag

Clockin' major loke
I'm all my paper roll
I go to work on the East side sucka bitches rides
Doin hella drive bys just another
I go to work
up yag

Clockin' chedda loke
I'm all my paper roll
I go to work on the East jackin sucka bitches rides
Doin drive bys just another homicide

I go to in my neighborhood
Puffin' on blunts, baggin up yag and up to no good
Cause I'm a gansta, to the grave and back
So stop on my corner, and get fuckin' car jacked
Cause I don't like my homies always say
We with a hatchet Psychopathic ay yay

Every day ya Blaze, is on the streets
Bouncin' downtown, heat

Until just the day when I was walkin on my own
A sucka tried to hit me for my stack and my phone
Tried to play me G, he got a peek of my pitch black eyes
Right before I his teeth, and broke his jaw
Then him fall, lifeless

You should have seen his face it was
Just another lesson hoe, with hoe
through the streets I lurk, I go to work

I go to work
up yay

Clockin' chedda loke
I'm all about my roll
I go to on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides
Doin hella drive bys just another
I go to work
up yay
Clockin' chedda loke
I'm all about my paper
I go to work on the East side jackin sucka rides

hella drive bys just another homicide

Now I'm rollin in the jacked up
Bumpin' Twiztid, herb like fuck it
Make a left on the one way, thats when the boys in

Got me with they lights and sirens
30 seconds of silence, then I unloaded the
Pumpin' on wit the hollow point tips
So don't trip, I still to get my grip

Rollin the street, leavin em bleedin' by the scene
Then a right, left then a right, to a chop
the bucket and a rock
To a out bitch in a '92 Ranger
That's the way it is in the of a gangsta
Or a hustla, to dust ya
I could lose an arm, and murder 40 of ya

ya back when Blaze get his smirk on
You could be the next I go to work on

I go to everyday
up yay
Clockin' major chedda
I'm all about my paper
I go to work on the East side jackin sucka rides
Doin hella bys just another homicide
I go to work
up yay

Clockin' chedda loke
I'm all my paper roll

I go to work on the East side jackin bitches rides
Doin drive bys just another homicide