Luyện nghe bài hát I Go to Work

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

Still gettin my hustle on, and helly dues
Aint got shit to prove to you and you bustas
stay 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' chedda loke
I'm all about my paper
I go to on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides
Doin hella drive bys another homicide
I go to everyday
up yag

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

I go to work in my
Puffin' on blunts, baggin up yag and always up to no
Cause I'm a gansta, been to the grave and
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
downtown, brandishing heat

Until the other 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 of my pitch black eyes
Right before I shattered his teeth, and his jaw
Then watched him fall,

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

I go to work
up yay

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

hella drive bys just another homicide

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

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

Rollin down the street, leavin em by the scene
Then a right, left then a right, to a shop
Sold the and a rock
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 could lose an arm, and murder 40 of ya

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

I go to work
up yay
Clockin' major chedda
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' major chedda
I'm all my paper roll

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