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 start the 12 gauge
Sawed off pump in your ass
Say your bitch
your headed to the casket
Then to the
A lil advice, perpetrate and act hard
Cause when you are dead, muthafucka shit to lose

Still gettin my on, and payin helly dues
got shit to prove to you marks and you bustas
Always stay strapped cause you know I cant ya
Lights out, I put ya in the dirt
ya dead homie Blaze, bitch I go to work

I go to everyday
up yag

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

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

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

Until just the 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 I shattered his teeth, and broke his jaw
Then watched him fall,

You should have seen his it was priceless
Just another hoe, with disgression hoe
through the streets I lurk, I go to work

I go to work
up yay

Clockin' chedda 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 work
up yay
Clockin' major loke
I'm all about my paper
I go to work on the East side jackin bitches rides

Doin hella drive bys just another

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

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

Rollin down the street, leavin em by the scene
Then a right, then a right, to a chop shop
Sold the 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, to dust ya
I could lose an arm, and still 40 of ya

Watch ya back when 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 side jackin sucka bitches rides
Doin hella bys just another homicide
I go to everyday
up yay

Clockin' major loke
I'm all about my roll

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