Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

(Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey
Some call that a but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the whole continent (hell yeah)
Invadin your in a blaze of glory
A story, livin off nothin but instinct
Bitch continue to floss and lip-sync
And I'ma just to flow, while rockin the boat
Probably smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in
Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your
Always approach niggaz known for killin your folks
Be surprised who could turn around and on y'all
Catch your mother or sister comin out of the mall
Bang holes through they coats and Macy bags
No you basically runnin with fags
In these streets, you good as your last transaction
Funny style, and niggaz ain't laughin
y'all got it all fucked up in
Think is a video for "Last Action Heroes"
Face the price you pay for the games you
When it's all 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 bounce on, dat ass up
pass me the bottle, fill your 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
pass me the bottle, fill your glass up

Judge and jury, get your case dismissed
I get pissed and smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, your shit knock
Hypnotical hardrock that flop
It's the best thing crackin my
Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don't ever
the home of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags
earthquakes police with and nerve gas
Learn or get left behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in (hell yeah)
turn your SUV into a casket
Melt your body parts in a tub full of sulfuric
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 your 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, is dead right
Get your on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill glass up

Tell y'all people to call my
Recognize all men are not created
I'm lethal, all faggots remain see-through
the kid from "The Sixth 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 some punch to spike, some dope to lace
Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for
Smack the taste out of your if you talk shit
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 with a bomb bitch
and bounce with a couple, motherfuck a tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a hustle

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