Luyện nghe bài hát Just Die

Put a hole in soul
Make your blood run

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

You fucked with the wrong one today
And you don't want it
Fuck you're tryin to say
whole existence phony
Talkin so shit you need'a mutherfuckin breathe mint
And when I hit you that glock
You'll wonder where breathe went
Always quick to the dick up out'cha mouth to jack your jaw
Guess you're pissed ya baby would take the time to jack me off
But nuttin like she would be with you, du'
She it
Now you wanna give me
Bitch, eat a
Take your own and put the barrel in your own mouth
Kill your handicap and blow 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 your
millimeter homie
Make blood run could
You
Gon' your eyes
You
Gon' test the
the heater on ya
Put a hole in soul
Nine homie
your blood run could
You
Gon' your eyes
You
test the fire

See me on the streets and now you at me like we're brothers
Then you run your mouth you's a backstabbin mutherfucker
Hide behind computer screens with fake and magazines
Boy, you be a man and grow some nuts to step to me
Run upon you, hit'chu that (one, two; one, two)
gonna do when I (come through, stun you)
Peel ya fuckin cap with a millimeter
Better run mutherfucker every time 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!
my fuckin blood-pressure
Pop a pills and then I'm comin to get'cha

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

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

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