Luyện nghe bài hát Just Die

Put a hole in your
Make your run could

Put a in your soul
millimeter homie
Make your run could
You
rest your eyes
You
Gon' the fire

You fucked with the wrong one today
And you don't it homie
Fuck what tryin to say
Your whole phony
so much shit you need'a mutherfuckin breathe mint
And when I hit you that glock
wonder where your breathe went
Always to take the dick up out'cha mouth to jack your jaw
you're pissed ya baby bitch would take the time to jack me off
But nuttin like what she be with you, du'
She it
Now you wanna me attitude
Bitch, eat a
Take your own advice and put the barrel in own mouth
Kill handicap and blow your mutherfuckin brains out
Do the world a favor, hoe, and try to fix a big
the trigger, send your soul to Hell for fuckin Heaven's sake

Pull the on ya
Put a in your soul
Nine homie
Make your run could
You
Gon' your eyes
You
test the fire
Pull the on ya
Put a hole in soul
millimeter homie
Make your blood run
You
rest your eyes
You
test the fire

See me on the streets and now you holla at me we're brothers
Then you run your mouth cause a backstabbin mutherfucker
Hide computer screens with fake names and magazines
Boy, you be a man and grow some nuts to step to me
Run upon you, hit'chu with (one, two; one, two)
gonna do when I (come through, stun you)
Peel ya cap with a nine millimeter
Better run mutherfucker every that I see ya
If I see ya mutherfucker then I wanna be ya
Hit'cha with heatseekers
I fuckin it that I thought I saw a pussy cat
I pointed to ya when askin where the pussy at
YOU COCKSUCKIN-MUTHERFUCKER!
Check my fuckin
Pop a pills and then I'm comin to get'cha

Put a in your soul
Make your blood run
You
You
Put a hole in soul
Make your blood run
You
You

pull a driveby on ya in a Coupe De Vile
And when I shot to kill, you know I shot with
And you don't ever see it
Got the skills of a
Put the heat your body, what'cha spill in your diaper
For real, you's a liar, Pinocchio
And you talk, it grows
But hoe, it ain't your
It's the rage in my soul, buildin like construction
There's a tax on your ass and I'ma make
ya functions, put'cha in a new shipbag
Beg like a bitch and you ain't do shit fag
Twelve gage, double barrel, pointed at teeth
Tell your daddy buy a suite and your momma buy a wreath, piece

the heater on ya
Put a hole in soul
Nine millimeter
Make blood run could
You
Gon' your eyes
You
test the fire
Pull the on ya
Put a in your soul
Nine millimeter
Make blood run could
You
Gon' rest your
You
Gon' the fire