Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Going Out

Going out
Big guns and knifes
Revolvers automatics jam at the wrong time
(I'm out)
Like fights 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 to my kids fuck it
(Going all out)

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

It's a world bundle up
Keep your heat on at all times and freeze up
And your eyes blink you could catch a hole in tank
Have you leaking all over the
how you speak and watch how you move through the streets
I got a mob with with heat
We live but ah squeeze 'fore we think 'fore is too late
Up you fucked up and got laid to

I'm going out, with big guns and knifes
Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong
(I'm out)
Like with the brass knuckles
Swinging catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it
(I'm out)
I ain't got nothing to live
Like as if u had at my kids fuck it
(Going all out)
For the big checks and faces mantions
And my duns would do the for me

I'm out like a nigga that he never have nothing
it I ain't frontive if I want to know
I got to go out like a navy seal, me ill, you sling thrills
Meet you on top of the hills, screaming bill
out like a nigga you just smacked
His moms in the cut plotting and calm
Putting on everything that I and stand for
bend up in the pub 'til five in the morn

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

I'm going out, big guns and sharp knifes
'cause automatic jam at the wrong time
(I'm out)
fights with the brass knuckles
Swinging belts niggas with the buckle now fuck it
(I'm out)
Like I ain't got nothing to
as if you had guns to my kids fuck it
(Going all out)
For the big checks and large faces
And my would do the same for me

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

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

I'm going out with big and sharp knifes
'cause automatics jam at the wrong time
(I'm out)
Like fights the brass knuckles
Swinging catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it
(I'm out)
I ain't got nothing to live
Like as if you had guns to my kids it
(Going all out)
For the big checks and large mantions
And my duns would do the for me

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