Luyện nghe bài hát I Go to Work

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

Still gettin my hustle on, and helly dues
Aint got to prove to you marks and you bustas
stay strapped cause you know I cant trust ya
Lights out, I put ya in the dirt
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 jackin bitches rides
Doin hella drive bys just homicide
I go to everyday
up yag

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

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

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

Until just the other day I was walkin on my own
A sucka tried to hit me for my and my cell phone
Tried to play me G, he got a peek of my pitch black eyes
before I shattered his teeth, and broke his jaw
Then him fall, lifeless

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

I go to work
up yay

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

hella drive bys just another homicide

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

Got behing me with lights and sirens
30 seconds of silence, then I unloaded the
Pumpin' on pigs wit the hollow point
So trip, I still gots to get my grip

Rollin down the street, leavin em by the scene
Then a right, left a right, to a chop shop
the bucket and a rock
To a smoked out bitch in a '92
That's the way it is in the of a gangsta
Or a hustla, quick to ya
I could an arm, and still murder 40 of ya

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

I go to everyday
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
I go to everyday
up yay

Clockin' chedda loke
I'm all about my paper

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