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 by in a second
Leave ya all bloody, and lying on the pavement
Nothing can save ya, when I'm in a rage
Nut up, and then unloading the 12 gauge
off pump in your ass bitch
Say prayers bitch
Cause your to the casket
Then to the
A lil advice, perpetrate and act hard
Cause when you are dead, muthafucka aint to lose

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

I go to work
up yag

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

Clockin' major chedda
I'm all about my roll
I go to work on the side 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 stop on my corner, and get your car jacked
Cause I don't play my homies always say
We runnin' with a Psychopathic ay yay

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

Until just the other day I was walkin on my own
A tried to hit me for my stack and my cell phone
to play me G, till he got a peek of my pitch 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
through the streets I lurk, I go to work

I go to everyday
up yay

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

hella drive bys just another homicide

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

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

Rollin down the street, leavin em by the scene
Then a right, left then a right, to a shop
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

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

I go to everyday
up yay
Clockin' major chedda
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 work
up yay

Clockin' major loke
I'm all about my paper

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