Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

(Yeah) I can a whole Henessey fifth
Some call a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin your territory in a of glory
A soldier story, livin off but instinct
Bitch niggaz continue to floss and
And I'ma just continue to flow, rockin the boat
smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your
Always approach niggaz that's known for your folks
Be surprised who could turn and bust 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 with
In these streets, you only good as your transaction
Funny style, and niggaz ain't laughin
y'all got it all up in zero-zero
life is a video for "Last Action Heroes"
Face the price you pay for the games you
When it's all said and at the end of the day, you gotta

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

Judge and jury, don't get case dismissed
When I get pissed and through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make your knock
Hypnotical hardrock that don't
the best thing crackin my nigga
Lot of rappers talk of the trigger but don't ever deliver
the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags
earthquakes with automatics and nerve gas
fast or get left behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get in plastic (hell yeah)
Xzibit your SUV into a casket
Melt your body parts in a tub full of 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 West
want to fuck Xzibit but can't come close motherfuckers

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

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

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