Luyện nghe bài hát Just Die

Put a in your soul
Make your run could

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

You don' fucked the wrong one today
And you don't want it
what you're tryin to say
Your whole existence
Talkin so much shit you need'a 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 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 advice and put the barrel in 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, send your soul to Hell for Heaven's sake

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

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

Put a hole in soul
Make your blood run
You
You
Put a in your 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 know I with skill
And you don't see it comin
Got the of a Sniper
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 your nose
the rage in my soul, it's buildin like construction
There's a tax on your ass and make deductions
Take ya functions, put'cha in a new
Beg like a bitch and you ain't gonna do fag
Twelve gage, double barrel, at your teeth
Tell daddy buy a suite and make your momma buy a wreath, piece

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