Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

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

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

and jury, don't get your case dismissed
When I get pissed and smash through the
Uplift, this, make your shit knock
Hypnotical hardrock that flop
It's the thing crackin my nigga
Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body
earthquakes police with and nerve gas
Learn fast or get left behind (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in (hell yeah)
turn your SUV into a casket
Melt your 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 West
want to fuck with Xzibit but come close motherfuckers

Get your walk on, get 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 bounce on, back dat ass up
pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

Tell people to call my people
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!)
When I get through the be a better place
A little Jesus Christ mixed with some
Go find some punch to spike, find dope to lace
Pull a pistol from my waist, reach for space
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk
or hit so to the chin it make your back flip
My number one up in this conference
It's nonsense, all niggaz want is conflict
Only associate pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot a bomb bitch
and then bounce with a couple, motherfuck a
You never enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle

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