Luyện nghe bài hát I Go to Work

I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets on the East
Took 3 shots, victim of a homicide
Do a by in a second
Leave ya all bloody, and tattered on the pavement
Nothing can ya, when I'm in a homicidal rage
Nut up, and then start the 12 gauge
Sawed off in your ass bitch
Say your bitch
Cause your to the casket
Then to the
A lil advice, never and act hard
Cause when you are dead, muthafucka aint to lose

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

I go to work
up yag

Clockin' major chedda
I'm all about my roll
I go to work on the East side jackin sucka bitches
Doin hella drive bys another homicide
I go to everyday
up yag

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

I go to in my neighborhood
Puffin' on blunts, baggin up yag and always up to no
Cause I'm a gansta, to the grave and back
So on my corner, and get your fuckin' car jacked
Cause I 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 just the day when I was walkin on my own
A tried to hit me for my stack and my cell phone
Tried to play me G, till he got a peek of my black eyes
Right I shattered his teeth, and broke his jaw
watched him fall, lifeless

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

I go to work
up yay

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

Doin hella drive bys 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 behing me with they lights and
30 of silence, then I unloaded the clip
Pumpin' on pigs wit the hollow tips
So don't trip, I gots to get my grip

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

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

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

Clockin' major chedda
I'm all my paper roll

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