Luyện nghe bài hát I Go to Work

I'm the dead body creepin' the streets on the East side
Took 3 shots, victim of a homicide
Do a by in a second
Leave ya all bloody, and tattered lying on the
Nothing can ya, when I'm in a homicidal rage
Nut up, and then start the 12 gauge
off pump in your ass bitch
Say your bitch
Cause your to the casket
to the graveyard
A lil advice, perpetrate and act hard
when you are dead, muthafucka aint shit to lose

Still my hustle on, and payin helly dues
got shit to prove to you marks and you bustas
Always stay strapped cause you know I cant ya
Lights out, I put ya in the dirt
It's ya dead homie Blaze, bitch I go to

I go to everyday
up yag

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

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

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

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

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

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

I go to work
up yay

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

Doin hella bys just another homicide

Now I'm rollin in the up bucket
Bumpin' Twiztid, puffin herb like it
Make a left on the one way, thats the boys in blue

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

down the street, leavin em bleedin' by the scene
Then a right, then a right, to a chop shop
the bucket and a rock
To a smoked out bitch in a '92
the way it is in the life of a gangsta
Or a hustla, to dust ya
I could lose an arm, and still 40 of ya

Watch ya when Blaze get his smirk on
You could be the muthafucka I go to work on

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

Clockin' major chedda
I'm all about my paper

I go to on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides
hella drive bys just another homicide