Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

(Yeah) I can a whole Henessey fifth
Some that a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin your territory in a blaze of
A story, livin off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz continue to and lip-sync
And just continue to flow, while rockin the boat
Probably smoke thousand dollars in dope
Don't make my desert eagle barrel the back of your throat
Always approach niggaz that's for killin your folks
Be surprised who could turn around and on y'all
Catch your mother or your sister out of the mall
holes through they coats and they Macy bags
No retaliation you basically runnin fags
In streets, you only good as your last transaction
Funny style, and these ain't laughin
got it all fucked up in zero-zero
Think is a video for "Last Action Heroes"
Face the price you pay for the games you
When it's all said and done at the end of the day, you

Get walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead
Get bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill glass up
Get your on, get your head tight
I you feelin the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your up

Judge and jury, get your case dismissed
When I get and smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make shit knock
Hypnotical that don't flop
It's the best crackin my nigga
Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and bags
earthquakes police automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast or get left behind (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in (hell yeah)
Xzibit turn your SUV into a
your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid
Drastic measures we just to get by
for all the shit you gotta go through to get
Stand by, do or die for the coast
to fuck with Xzibit but can't come close motherfuckers

Get walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit is right
Get bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, your glass up
Get walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the shit, is dead right
Get bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch me the bottle, fill your glass up

Tell y'all people to call my
all men are not created equal
I'm lethal, all faggots remain see-through
Only the kid from "The Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
I get through the world'll be a better place
A Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find some to lace
Pull a pistol from my waist, reach for space
Smack the taste out of your if you talk shit
or hit so hard to the chin it make your back
My transcript number one up in conference
It's nonsense, all niggaz want is conflict
Only associate with pros and the
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bitch
and then with a couple, motherfuck a tussle
You never have muscle to stop a nigga hustle

Get your walk on, get your tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit is right
Get your on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, your glass up
Get your on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead
Get your bounce on, dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your up
Get your walk on, get head tight
I know you the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill glass up
Get your walk on, get your head
I you feelin the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill glass up