Luyện nghe bài hát Just Die

Put a hole in your
Make your blood run

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

You don' fucked the wrong one today
And you don't it homie
what you're tryin to say
Your existence phony
Talkin so much you need'a mutherfuckin breathe mint
And when I hit you with that
You'll where your breathe went
Always quick to take the dick up out'cha mouth to jack jaw
Guess you're pissed ya baby bitch would the time to jack me off
But nuttin like she would be with you, du'
She it
Now you give me attitude
Bitch, eat a
Take your own advice and put the barrel in own mouth
Kill your handicap and blow 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 hole in soul
millimeter homie
Make blood run could
You
rest your eyes
You
Gon' the fire
Pull the on ya
Put a in your soul
Nine homie
your blood run could
You
Gon' rest your
You
Gon' 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 behind computer screens with fake names and
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 gonna do I (come through, stun you)
Peel ya fuckin cap with a 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 knew it that I I saw a pussy cat
I pointed to ya when askin where the pussy at
YOU COCKSUCKIN-MUTHERFUCKER!
Check my blood-pressure
Pop a pills and then I'm comin to get'cha

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

I'll pull a 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 skills of a
Put the heat your body, what'cha spill in your diaper
For real, you's a liar, like
And you talk, it grows
But hoe, it ain't your
It's the rage in my soul, it's like construction
a tax on your ass and I'ma make deductions
Take ya functions, put'cha in a new
Beg like a bitch and you ain't gonna do fag
gage, double barrel, pointed at your teeth
Tell your daddy buy a suite and make your buy a wreath, piece

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