Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

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

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, 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, your glass up

Judge and jury, don't get case dismissed
When I get pissed and smash the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, your shit knock
Hypnotical hardrock that flop
It's the best thing my nigga
Lot of talk of flashin the trigger but don't ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and bags
earthquakes with automatics and nerve gas
Learn or get left behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get in plastic (hell yeah)
Xzibit your SUV into a casket
Melt body parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid
Drastic measures we just to get by
for all the shit you gotta go to get high
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 you feelin the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, dat ass up
pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
Get walk 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 glass up

Tell y'all to call my people
Recognize all men are not created
I'm lethal, all y'all faggots see-through
the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
When I get through the world'll be a place
A little Jesus Christ mixed with some
Go find some punch to spike, find some dope to
Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you talk
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 with a bomb bitch
and then bounce with a couple, motherfuck a
You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga

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