Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

(Yeah) I can a whole Henessey fifth
Some call that a problem but I call it a
Xzibit make the whole shift (hell yeah)
your territory in a blaze of glory
A story, livin off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz to floss and lip-sync
And I'ma just to flow, while rockin the boat
Probably three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always niggaz that's known for killin your folks
Be who could turn around and bust on y'all
Catch mother or your sister comin out of the mall
holes through they coats and they Macy bags
No retaliation you basically runnin with
In these streets, you only as your last transaction
Funny style, and these niggaz laughin
got it all fucked up in zero-zero
Think is a video 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 your head
I you feelin 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 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

Judge and jury, don't get your dismissed
I get pissed and smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, your shit knock
hardrock that don't flop
It's the best thing crackin my
Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and bags
earthquakes police automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast or get behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get in plastic (hell yeah)
Xzibit turn SUV into a casket
Melt body 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
by, do or die for the West coast
want to fuck with Xzibit but can't come close

Get your walk on, get your head
I know you feelin the shit, shit is right
Get your bounce on, dat ass up
pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
Get your walk on, get your head
I know you feelin the shit, shit is 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 equal
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 better
A Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find some to lace
a pistol from my waist, nigga 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 y'all want is conflict
Only associate pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot a bomb bitch
and then bounce with a couple, a tussle
You have enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle

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