Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

(Yeah) I can drink a Henessey fifth
Some call a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit the whole continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin your territory in a blaze of
A story, livin off nothin but instinct
niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync
And I'ma just continue to flow, rockin the boat
smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
Don't my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always niggaz that's known for killin your folks
Be surprised who turn around and bust on y'all
Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the
holes through they coats and they Macy bags
No retaliation you runnin with fags
In these streets, you only as your last transaction
Funny style, and these ain't laughin
got it all fucked up in zero-zero
Think life is a for "Last Action Heroes"
Face the 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 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 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, fill your up

Judge and jury, don't get your case
When I get pissed and smash the makeshift
Uplift, this, make your shit knock
hardrock that don't flop
It's the thing crackin my nigga
Lot of rappers talk of flashin the but don't ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and bags
police with automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast or get left quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in (hell yeah)
turn your SUV into a casket
Melt your body parts in a tub 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 fuck 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, shit is right
Get bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch me the bottle, fill your glass up

y'all people to call my people
Recognize all men are not created
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 be a better place
A little Jesus Christ mixed with Leatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find some to lace
Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for
the taste out of your mouth if you talk shit
or hit so hard to the chin it make back flip
My transcript number one up in this
It's nonsense, all y'all niggaz want is
Only with pros and the convicts
Xzibit up in the spot with a bomb bitch
and then bounce a couple, motherfuck a tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a hustle

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