Luyện nghe bài hát I Go to Work

I'm the dead body creepin' the streets on the East side
Took about 3 shots, of a homicide
Do a by in a second
Leave ya all bloody, and tattered lying on the
can save ya, when I'm in a homicidal rage
Nut up, and then start the 12 gauge
Sawed off in your ass bitch
Say prayers bitch
your headed to the casket
to the graveyard
A lil advice, never and act hard
Cause when you are dead, muthafucka aint shit to

Still gettin my hustle on, and payin helly
got shit to prove to you marks and you bustas
Always stay cause you know I cant trust ya
Lights out, I put ya in the dirt
It's ya dead homie Blaze, bitch I go to

I go to work
up yag

Clockin' chedda loke
I'm all about my paper
I go to work on the East side sucka bitches rides
hella drive bys just another homicide
I go to work
up yag

Clockin' major chedda
I'm all my paper roll
I go to work on the East side jackin bitches rides
Doin hella drive bys just homicide

I go to in my neighborhood
Puffin' on blunts, baggin up yag and up to no good
Cause I'm a gansta, been to the and back
So stop on my corner, and get your fuckin' car
Cause I don't play my homies always say
We runnin' with a hatchet ay yay

Every day ya Blaze, is on the streets
Bouncin' downtown, brandishing

Until just the other day when I was on my own
A sucka tried to hit me for my and my cell phone
Tried to play me G, till he got a peek of my pitch eyes
Right I shattered his teeth, and broke his jaw
Then him fall, lifeless

You should have seen his it was priceless
Just lesson hoe, with disgression hoe
Cause through the streets I lurk, I go to

I go to everyday
up yay

Clockin' major loke
I'm all about my roll
I go to work on the East side jackin bitches rides
Doin hella drive bys just homicide
I go to work
up yay
Clockin' major chedda
I'm all about my paper
I go to work on the East side jackin bitches rides

Doin hella drive bys just homicide

Now I'm in the jacked up bucket
Bumpin' Twiztid, puffin herb like it
Make a left on the one way, thats when the boys in

Got behing me with lights and sirens
30 seconds of silence, I unloaded the clip
Pumpin' on pigs wit the hollow point
So don't trip, I still gots to get my

Rollin the street, leavin em bleedin' by the scene
Then a right, left then a right, to a shop
Sold the bucket and a
To a out bitch in a '92 Ranger
That's the way it is in the life of a
Or a hustla, to dust ya
I could lose an arm, and still 40 of ya

Watch ya back when Blaze get his on
You could be the next I go to work on

I go to work
up yay
Clockin' major chedda
I'm all my paper roll
I go to work on the East side sucka bitches rides
Doin hella drive bys just homicide
I go to work
up yay

Clockin' chedda loke
I'm all my paper roll

I go to on the East side jackin sucka bitches rides
Doin hella bys just another homicide