Luyện nghe bài hát Just Die

Put a hole in your
Make your blood run

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

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

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

See me on the streets and now you at me like we're brothers
Then you run your mouth cause you's a mutherfucker
Hide computer screens with fake names and magazines
Boy, you need'a be a man and some nuts to step to me
Run upon you, hit'chu that (one, two; one, two)
What'chu gonna do when I (come through, you)
Peel ya fuckin cap with a nine
Better run mutherfucker every that I see ya
If I see ya then I wouldn't 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 fuckin
Pop a couple pills and then I'm comin to

Put a hole in your
your blood 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 shot with
And you don't ever see it
Got the of a Sniper
Put the heat through your body, what'cha spill in diaper
For real, a liar, like Pinocchio
And when you talk, it
But hoe, it ain't your
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 do shit fag
Twelve gage, double barrel, pointed at your
Tell your daddy buy a suite and make your buy a wreath, piece

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