Luyện nghe bài hát Just Die

Put a hole in your
Make your run could

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

You don' with the wrong one today
And you don't it homie
Fuck what tryin to say
Your whole existence
Talkin so much you need'a mutherfuckin breathe mint
And when I hit you with that
You'll wonder where breathe went
Always quick to take the 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 give me attitude
Bitch, eat a
Take your own and put the barrel in your own mouth
Kill handicap and blow your mutherfuckin 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

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

See me on the streets and now you holla at me like 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, with that (one, two; 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
with them heatseekers
I fuckin knew it I thought 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 comin to

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

I'll pull a on ya in a Coupe De Vile
And when I shot to kill, you know I shot skill
And you don't see it comin
Got the of a Sniper
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 your nose
It's the rage in my soul, buildin like construction
There's a tax on your ass and I'ma deductions
Take ya functions, in a new shipbag
Beg like a bitch and you gonna do shit fag
Twelve gage, barrel, pointed at your teeth
Tell your daddy buy a suite and make momma buy a wreath, piece

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