Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

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

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

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

Get your walk on, get head tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit is right
Get your bounce on, dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill glass up
Get your walk on, get your head
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
Recognize all men are not created
I'm lethal, all y'all faggots remain
Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
When I get the world'll be a better place
A little Jesus Christ mixed with Leatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find dope to lace
a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for space
Smack the taste out of mouth if you talk shit
or hit so hard to the chin it make your back
My transcript one up in this conference
It's nonsense, all y'all niggaz is conflict
Only associate with pros and the
Xzibit roll up in the spot a bomb bitch
and then bounce a couple, motherfuck a tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga

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