Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

(Yeah) I can drink a whole fifth
call that a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit the whole continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin territory in a blaze of glory
A story, livin off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz to floss and lip-sync
And just continue to flow, while rockin the boat
Probably smoke three-hundred dollars in dope
Don't my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always approach niggaz that's known for killin your
Be surprised who turn around and bust on y'all
Catch your mother or your sister comin out of the
Bang holes through they coats and Macy bags
No retaliation you basically runnin fags
In these streets, you only good as your transaction
Funny style, and these niggaz ain't
got it all fucked up in zero-zero
Think life is a 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 know you feelin the shit, shit is dead
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 the shit, shit is dead right
Get bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, your glass up

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

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

Tell people to call my people
Recognize all men are not created
I'm lethal, all y'all faggots remain
Only the kid "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, find some to lace
Pull a from my waist, nigga reach for space
the taste out of your mouth 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 with pros and the
Xzibit up in the spot with a bomb bitch
and bounce with a couple, motherfuck a tussle
You never have muscle to stop a nigga hustle

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