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
rest your eyes
You
Gon' test the

You don' fucked the wrong one today
And you want it homie
Fuck what you're to say
whole existence phony
Talkin so much you need'a mutherfuckin breathe mint
And I hit you with that glock
You'll wonder where your breathe
quick to take the dick up out'cha mouth to jack your jaw
Guess you're pissed ya baby bitch would take the time to me off
But nuttin like what she 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 mutherfuckin brains out
Do the world a favor, hoe, and try to fix a big
Pull the trigger, your soul to Hell for fuckin Heaven's sake

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

See me on the streets and now you at me like we're brothers
you run your mouth cause you's a backstabbin mutherfucker
Hide behind computer with fake names and magazines
Boy, you need'a be a man and some nuts to step to me
Run upon you, hit'chu with (one, two; one, two)
gonna do when I (come through, stun you)
Peel ya fuckin cap with a nine
Better run mutherfucker every time I see ya
If I see ya mutherfucker then I wouldn't be ya
Hit'cha with heatseekers
I knew it that I thought I saw a pussy cat
I pointed to ya when they askin where the at
YOU COCKSUCKIN-MUTHERFUCKER!
Check my fuckin
Pop a couple pills and then I'm to get'cha

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

I'll pull a driveby on ya in a De Vile
And I shot to kill, you know I shot with skill
And you don't ever see it
Got the skills of a
Put the heat through your body, what'cha in your diaper
For real, a liar, like Pinocchio
And you talk, it grows
But hoe, it ain't your
It's the in my soul, it's buildin like construction
There's a tax on ass and I'ma make deductions
ya functions, put'cha in a new shipbag
Beg like a and you ain't gonna do shit fag
Twelve gage, barrel, pointed at your teeth
Tell your daddy buy a suite and your momma buy a wreath, piece

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