Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Going Out

Going out
Big and sharp knifes
Revolvers 'cause 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)
Like I got nothing to live
as if u had guns to my kids fuck it
(Going all out)

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

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

I'm out, with big guns and sharp knifes
Revolvers 'cause 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 got nothing to live
Like as if u had guns at my kids it
(Going all out)
For the big checks and large faces
And my duns do the same for me

I'm going out a nigga that he never 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
you on top of the hills, screaming 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 in the morn

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

I'm out, with big guns and sharp knifes
Revolvers 'cause jam at the wrong time
(I'm out)
Like fights with the knuckles
Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now it
(I'm out)
Like I got nothing to live
Like as if you had guns to my kids it
(Going all out)
For the big checks and large faces
And my duns 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 with the shitel, fuck a bitch to getsel
Rap style smoother CL, in the K on the DL
Line for you can detail, choked more niggas than Spreewell
Rap style pelo, watch me blow Tornadoes
Clear the block out with an echo, trust me niggas
Don't want me see let go, niggas don't to see the tech blow

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

I'm going out with big guns and knifes
Revolvers automatics jam at the wrong time
(I'm out)
fights with 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 checks and large faces
And my duns would do the for me

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