Luyện nghe bài hát Just Die

Put a in your soul
your blood run could

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

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

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

See me on the streets and now you holla at me like brothers
Then you run your mouth cause you's a mutherfucker
Hide behind computer screens with names and magazines
Boy, you need'a be a man and some nuts to step to me
Run upon you, hit'chu with that (one, one, two)
What'chu gonna do I (come through, stun you)
Peel ya fuckin cap with a nine
run mutherfucker every time 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 they where the pussy at
YOU COCKSUCKIN-MUTHERFUCKER!
Check my blood-pressure
Pop a couple pills and then I'm to get'cha

Put a in your soul
Make your blood run
You
You
Put a hole in soul
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 ever see it
Got the skills of a
Put the heat through your body, what'cha spill in your
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, buildin like construction
There's a tax on ass and I'ma make deductions
Take ya functions, in a new shipbag
Beg a bitch and you ain't gonna do shit fag
Twelve gage, double barrel, pointed at your
Tell your daddy buy a suite and make your momma buy a wreath,

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