Luyện nghe bài hát I Go to Work

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

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

I go to work
up yag

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

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

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

Every day ya Blaze, is on the streets
downtown, brandishing heat

Until just the other day 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 before I his teeth, and broke his jaw
Then him fall, lifeless

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

I go to everyday
up yay

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

Doin hella drive bys just homicide

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

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

Rollin down the street, leavin em by the scene
Then a right, left then a right, to a chop
Sold the bucket and a
To a smoked out bitch in a '92
That's the way it is in the life of a
Or a hustla, to dust ya
I lose an arm, and still 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 everyday
up yay
Clockin' major chedda
I'm all about my roll
I go to work on the East jackin sucka bitches rides
Doin hella drive bys just homicide
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 bitches
Doin hella bys just another homicide