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 on the pavement
Nothing can save ya, I'm in a homicidal rage
Nut up, and then unloading the 12 gauge
Sawed off in your ass bitch
Say prayers 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

gettin 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 dead Blaze, bitch I go to work

I go to everyday
up yag

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

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

I go to in my neighborhood
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 fuckin' car
Cause I don't play like my homies say
We runnin' with a hatchet 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 phone
Tried to me G, till he got a peek 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 chedda
I'm all about my paper
I go to work on the East side jackin bitches rides
Doin hella drive bys just 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 drive bys another homicide

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

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

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

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

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
Doin hella drive bys just homicide
I go to work
up yay

Clockin' major chedda
I'm all about my paper

I go to work on the side jackin sucka bitches rides
hella drive bys just another homicide