Luyện nghe bài hát Just Die

Put a in your soul
Make your run could

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

You don' fucked with the 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 when I hit you that glock
wonder where your breathe went
Always quick to take the dick up out'cha to jack your jaw
you're pissed ya baby bitch would take the time to jack me off
But nuttin like what she be with you, du'
She it
Now you give me attitude
Bitch, eat a
Take your own advice and put the barrel in your own
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

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

See me on the streets and now you holla at me like we're
Then you run your mouth cause a backstabbin mutherfucker
Hide behind computer screens with names and magazines
Boy, you need'a be a man and grow nuts to step to me
Run upon you, with that (one, two; one, two)
What'chu gonna do when I (come through, you)
Peel ya fuckin cap a nine millimeter
run mutherfucker every time that I see ya
If I see ya mutherfucker then I wouldn't be ya
Hit'cha 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 and then I'm comin to get'cha

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

pull a driveby on ya in a Coupe De Vile
And when I shot to kill, you know I with skill
And you don't ever see it
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 your nose
the rage in my soul, it's buildin 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 ain't gonna do fag
Twelve gage, double barrel, pointed at teeth
Tell your daddy buy a suite and make your buy a wreath, piece

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