Luyện nghe bài hát Just Die

Put a hole in soul
Make your blood run

Put a hole in your
Nine millimeter
Make your blood run
You
Gon' your eyes
You
Gon' the fire

You don' fucked with the wrong one
And you want it homie
Fuck what you're to say
Your whole phony
Talkin so much shit you need'a breathe mint
And when I hit you with glock
You'll wonder where breathe went
Always quick to take the dick up mouth to jack your jaw
Guess you're pissed ya baby bitch would take the to jack me off
But nuttin like she would be with you, du'
She it
Now you give me attitude
Bitch, eat a
Take own advice and put the barrel in your own mouth
Kill your and blow your 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
Nine homie
Make your run could
You
rest your eyes
You
Gon' the fire
Pull the on ya
Put a in your soul
Nine homie
Make blood run could
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 a backstabbin mutherfucker
Hide computer screens with fake names and magazines
Boy, you need'a be a man and grow some 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 a nine millimeter
Better run mutherfucker every that I see ya
If I see ya mutherfucker then I wouldn't be ya
with them heatseekers
I fuckin knew it that I I saw a pussy cat
I pointed to ya when they askin the pussy at
YOU COCKSUCKIN-MUTHERFUCKER!
Check my blood-pressure
Pop a couple pills and then I'm comin to

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

I'll a driveby on ya in a Coupe De Vile
And when I to kill, you know I shot with skill
And you don't see it comin
Got the skills of a
Put the heat through your body, what'cha spill in your
For real, you's a liar, 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 I'ma deductions
ya functions, put'cha in a new shipbag
Beg like a bitch and you ain't do shit fag
Twelve gage, double barrel, at your teeth
your daddy buy a suite and make your momma buy a wreath, piece

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