Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Going Out

Going out
Big and sharp knifes
Revolvers automatics jam at the wrong time
(I'm out)
Like fights with the brass
belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it
(I'm out)
Like I got nothing to live
Like as if u had to my kids fuck it
(Going all out)

Yo you know the that style and shit that rise my dick
Pop me a nigga than police
Leave more wounds than a whole room full of
You running I'm gunning 'cause you a bitch
I heard niggas talking like they going to dead
I got enough guns we can make the
I'm from a place where the realest niggas get
And the illest niggas try to avoid it, but call it

It's a cold world up
your heat on at all times and never freeze up
And your eyes blink you could a hole in your tank
Have you leaking all the place
Watch how you and watch how you move through the streets
I got a mob with with heat
We live but ah squeeze 'fore we think breath is too late
Up you fucked up and got laid to

I'm out, with big guns and sharp knifes
Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the wrong
(I'm out)
fights with the brass knuckles
Swinging belts catching with the buckle now fuck it
(I'm out)
I ain't got nothing to live
Like as if u had guns at my kids it
(Going all out)
For the big checks and large faces
And my would do the same for me

I'm going out a nigga that he never have nothing
Fuck it I ain't frontive if I to know
I got to go out a navy seal, label me ill, you sling thrills
Meet you on top of the hills, dollar bill
Going out like a nigga you just
His moms in the cut plotting patient and
Putting on everything I love and stand for
Getting up in the pub 'til five in the morn

out like a nigga with six days to live
And like a single raising a kid now that's a big
Going out like a nigga with shit his rib
You got more than necessary done, a went dead
Going out for my niggas see gat in my hand
You better the fuck up what part didn't you understand
nah aim straight at your thighro glands
Must've not been really your men those niggas ran

I'm out, with big guns and sharp knifes
Revolvers 'cause jam at the wrong time
(I'm out)
Like fights the brass knuckles
belts catching niggas with the buckle now fuck it
(I'm out)
Like I ain't got nothing to
Like as if you had guns to my fuck it
(Going all out)
For the big and large faces mantions
And my duns do the same for me

We do it well click niggas like
Catch cases skip bells, I lie I chitel, die in the sitel
Pop gun the shitel, fuck a bitch just to getsel
Rap smoother than CL, in the K on the DL
for line you can detail, choked more niggas than Spreewell
Rap style pelo, me blow like Tornadoes
the block out with just an echo, trust me niggas
Don't want me see let go, niggas don't want to see the blow

Watch me blow the crowd like techno music
When it to murder you know we do it for the chorus
Fuck lying on the ain't worth dying for
I rather die fucking raw or walking on a in the cold war
My dogs got my shoulders with machine guns
All my niggas with big grenades throw them in your rober
Prodigy to check the scence when it's over
Niggas coming back for leftovers, all out nigga

I'm going out with big and sharp knifes
Revolvers 'cause automatics jam at the time
(I'm out)
fights with the brass knuckles
Swinging belts catching niggas with the buckle now it
(I'm out)
I ain't got nothing to live
Like as if you had guns to my fuck it
(Going all out)
For the big checks and large mantions
And my duns do the same for me

I'm out
I'm out
I'm out