Luyện nghe bài hát Going Out With a Blast

Gotta go, if I gotta go
I know I go, but I'm goin out with a blast
(goin out a what)

Goin out a blast, to tells buck a buck a!
Murder on my mind motherfucker, so ya x2

I'm on the run with identical guns, murder in the
Preaching, smilin making money cause my gun, disperse
the worst that can happen to capital f-i
I might die but to try, see, cause stakes is my right eye
Believe is shooting the automatic collecting all the cabbage
Was my advantage, you forgot I'm the baddest, baddest
The crowd involve my men, milla cheater meter
As my tissue, hard pauses and ass eater
to the edition of bullets splitting and ass kicking
My mission to glisten a for writtion rendition
What's my living, is for giving, the fiends sellen tryin to it
And my the prophet, and if she like it
You get stop it, jock it
As my sad ass asks back for the
Tell me, how many players goin out my

x3

You niggas a bunch of young bucks with young luck so what the
My talk glare, and them hoes ain't stuck bro
cause of me, nopd on it
Helecopter, so I had to at p to get the chopper
Proper, hollered at a popper from third
A crazy bitch I'll b.o., but deep a nigga earn
Word, you ain't heard, this nigga fed up
Pressure, to my up, till I pop a dead up
Let up, the whole block out like woodstock
If you you would not plot and get chopped
from the cocked glock, as it was a hum
From two things I can't are my cum and my gun

x2

Leave his life for me, and I'm a make sure his ass suffer
Heard he was a fed, I'm a blow off both of his
He'd ? ? ? ? war of my mother, man, I wish I could it
But fuck it, I didn't know I snorted my budget
This life, I'm a rush it, dead cope with the
Cause ne'er a did a damn thing where I hang

x4