Luyện nghe bài hát Just Die

Put a in your soul
Make blood run could

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

You don' with the wrong one today
And you don't want it
Fuck what you're to say
Your existence phony
Talkin so much shit you need'a mutherfuckin breathe
And I hit you with that glock
wonder where your breathe went
Always quick to take the dick up out'cha to jack your jaw
Guess you're pissed ya baby bitch would the time to jack me off
But nuttin like what she would be you, du'
She it
Now you wanna give me
Bitch, eat a
Take own advice and put the barrel in your own mouth
Kill handicap and blow your mutherfuckin brains out
Do the a favor, hoe, and try to fix a big mistake
Pull the trigger, send soul to Hell for fuckin Heaven's sake

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

See me on the streets and now you holla at me like brothers
Then you run your mouth cause you's a backstabbin
Hide computer screens with fake names and magazines
Boy, you need'a be a man and grow some to step to me
Run upon you, hit'chu with (one, two; one, two)
What'chu do when I (come through, stun you)
ya fuckin cap with a nine millimeter
Better run mutherfucker time that I see ya
If I see ya mutherfucker I wouldn't wanna be ya
with them heatseekers
I fuckin knew it that I I saw a pussy cat
I to ya when they askin where the pussy at
YOU COCKSUCKIN-MUTHERFUCKER!
my fuckin blood-pressure
Pop a couple pills and I'm comin to get'cha

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

I'll pull a driveby on ya in a De Vile
And I shot to kill, you know I shot with skill
And you ever see it comin
Got the skills of a
Put the heat through your body, spill in your diaper
For real, you's a liar, Pinocchio
And when you talk, it
But hoe, it your nose
It's the rage in my soul, it's like construction
There's a tax on your ass and I'ma deductions
ya functions, put'cha in a new shipbag
Beg like a bitch and you ain't do shit fag
Twelve gage, barrel, pointed at your teeth
Tell your daddy buy a suite and make your buy a wreath, piece

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