Luyện nghe bài hát I Go to Work

I'm the dead body creepin' through the streets on the East
Took about 3 shots, of a homicide
Do a drive by in a
Leave ya all bloody, and tattered lying on the
Nothing can 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 perpetrate and act
when you are dead, muthafucka aint shit to lose

Still gettin my hustle on, and payin helly
Aint got shit to prove to you and you bustas
Always stay strapped cause you know I trust ya
out, before I put ya in the dirt
It's ya dead homie Blaze, 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 side jackin sucka bitches rides
Doin hella drive bys another homicide
I go to everyday
up yag

Clockin' major loke
I'm all about my paper
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 up to no good
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 like my homies say
We runnin' with a Psychopathic ay yay

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

just the other day when I was walkin on my own
A sucka tried to hit me for my stack and my cell
Tried to play me G, till he got a peek of my black eyes
Right before I his teeth, and broke his jaw
Then watched him fall,

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 everyday
up yay

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

Doin hella drive bys just homicide

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

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

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

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

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

Clockin' major loke
I'm all about my paper

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