Luyện nghe bài hát Just Die

Put a hole in soul
your blood run could

Put a in your soul
Nine homie
Make your blood run
You
Gon' rest your
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 shit you need'a mutherfuckin breathe mint
And when I hit you with that
You'll wonder where your breathe
Always quick to take the up out'cha mouth to jack your jaw
Guess you're ya baby bitch would take the time to jack me off
But nuttin like what she be with you, du'
She it
Now you wanna me attitude
Bitch, eat a
Take your own and put the barrel in your own mouth
Kill your handicap and blow 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 your
Nine millimeter
Make blood run could
You
Gon' your eyes
You
Gon' the fire
Pull the on ya
Put a in your soul
Nine millimeter
your blood run could
You
Gon' rest eyes
You
test the fire

See me on the and now you holla at me like we're brothers
Then you run your mouth cause a backstabbin mutherfucker
behind computer screens with fake names and magazines
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 do when I (come through, stun you)
Peel ya cap with 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 it that I thought I saw a pussy cat
I pointed to ya when they where the pussy at
YOU COCKSUCKIN-MUTHERFUCKER!
Check my fuckin
Pop a couple and then I'm comin to get'cha

Put a in your soul
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 I shot to kill, you know I shot with 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, a liar, like Pinocchio
And you talk, it grows
But hoe, it ain't your
It's the rage in my soul, it's like construction
There's a tax on your ass and I'ma make
ya functions, put'cha in a new shipbag
Beg like a bitch and you gonna do shit fag
gage, double barrel, pointed at your teeth
Tell your daddy buy a suite and make momma buy a wreath, piece

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