Luyện nghe bài hát Just Die

Put a in your soul
Make your run could

Put a hole in soul
millimeter homie
Make your run could
You
Gon' rest your
You
Gon' test the

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

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

See me on the streets and now you at me like we're brothers
Then you run mouth cause you's a backstabbin mutherfucker
Hide behind computer screens 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)
What'chu do when I (come through, stun you)
Peel ya cap with a nine millimeter
run mutherfucker every time that I see ya
If I see ya mutherfucker then I wouldn't be ya
Hit'cha with them
I knew it that I thought I saw a pussy cat
I to ya when they askin where the pussy at
YOU COCKSUCKIN-MUTHERFUCKER!
Check my blood-pressure
Pop a couple pills and I'm comin to get'cha

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

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

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