Luyện nghe bài hát Just Die

Put a hole in your
your blood run could

Put a hole in your
Nine homie
Make blood run could
You
Gon' your eyes
You
test the fire

You fucked with the wrong one today
And you don't it homie
Fuck you're tryin to say
Your whole phony
Talkin so shit you need'a mutherfuckin breathe mint
And when I hit you with glock
You'll wonder where your breathe
quick to take the dick up out'cha mouth to jack your jaw
Guess you're pissed ya baby bitch take the time to jack me off
But like what 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 a favor, hoe, and try to fix a big mistake
Pull the trigger, your soul to Hell for fuckin Heaven's sake

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

See me on the streets and now you holla at me we're brothers
you run your mouth cause you's a backstabbin mutherfucker
Hide behind computer screens with fake and magazines
Boy, you need'a be a man and grow nuts to step to me
Run upon you, hit'chu with that (one, one, two)
gonna do when I (come through, stun you)
Peel ya fuckin cap with a millimeter
Better run mutherfucker every that I see ya
If I see ya then I wouldn't wanna be ya
Hit'cha with them
I fuckin knew it that I thought I saw a cat
I pointed to ya when askin where the pussy at
YOU COCKSUCKIN-MUTHERFUCKER!
Check my blood-pressure
Pop a couple and then I'm comin to get'cha

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

pull a driveby on ya in a Coupe De Vile
And when I shot to kill, you know I 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 when you talk, it
But hoe, it your nose
the rage in my soul, it's buildin like construction
There's a tax on your ass and make deductions
Take ya functions, put'cha in a new
Beg like a and you ain't gonna do shit fag
Twelve gage, barrel, pointed at your teeth
Tell your daddy buy a suite and your momma buy a wreath, piece

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