Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Going Out

Going out
Big guns and sharp
'cause automatics jam at the wrong time
(I'm out)
Like with the brass knuckles
Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now it
(I'm out)
I ain't got nothing to live
Like as if u had guns to my kids it
(Going all out)

Yo you know the that style and shit that rise my dick
Pop me a nigga quicker police
Leave more wounds a whole room full of chicks
You running while I'm 'cause you a bitch
I niggas talking like they going to dead mines
I got enough guns we can the headlines
I'm from a where the realest niggas get murdered
And the illest niggas try to it, but can't call it

It's a cold bundle up
Keep your heat on at all and never freeze up
And your eyes blink you catch a hole in your tank
Have you all over the place
Watch how you and watch how you move through the streets
I got a mob niggas with heat
We live but ah squeeze we think breath 'fore is too late
Up you fucked up and got laid to

I'm going out, big guns and sharp knifes
Revolvers automatics jam at the wrong time
(I'm out)
Like with the brass knuckles
belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it
(I'm out)
Like I got nothing to live
Like as if u had guns at my kids it
(Going all out)
For the big checks and large mantions
And my would do the same for me

I'm going out like a nigga that he have nothing
Fuck it I ain't frontive if I to know
I got to go out a navy seal, label me ill, you sling thrills
Meet you on top of the hills, dollar bill
Going out like a you just smacked
His in the cut plotting patient and calm
Putting on everything that I and stand for
Getting bend up in the pub 'til five in the

Going out a nigga with six days to live
And like a single parents raising a kid now a big
Going out like a nigga with touching his rib
You got than necessary done, a nigga went dead
Going out for my see this gat in my hand
You better back the up what part didn't you understand
Head nah aim at your thighro glands
Must've not been really men those niggas that ran

I'm going out, with big guns and knifes
Revolvers 'cause jam at the wrong time
(I'm out)
Like fights the brass knuckles
Swinging belts catching niggas the buckle now fuck it
(I'm out)
Like I got nothing to live
Like as if you had guns to my fuck it
(Going all out)
For the big and large faces mantions
And my would do the same for me

We do it well click niggas nails
cases skip bells, I lie 'fore I chitel, die in the sitel
Pop gun with the shitel, fuck a bitch to getsel
Rap smoother than CL, in the K on the DL
Line for you can detail, choked more niggas than Spreewell
Rap style pelo, watch me blow like
Clear the block out just an echo, trust me niggas
want me see let go, niggas don't want to see the tech blow

Watch me blow the like techno music nigga
When it to murder you know we do it for the chorus
Fuck lying on the Lord ain't worth for
I rather die fucking raw or on a mine in the cold war
My got my shoulders with T-Up machine guns
All my niggas soldiers with big grenades throw in your rober
Send Prodigy to check the scence when it's
Niggas animals coming for leftovers, all out nigga

I'm going out with big guns and sharp
Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the time
(I'm out)
Like fights with the brass
Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now it
(I'm out)
Like I ain't got to live
as if you had guns to my kids fuck it
(Going all out)
For the big checks and faces mantions
And my duns do the same for me

I'm out
I'm out
I'm out