Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

(Yeah) I can drink a Henessey fifth
call that a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the whole shift (hell yeah)
Invadin your territory in a 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 thousand 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
your mother or your 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 these ain't laughin
y'all got it all fucked up in
Think life is a video for "Last Heroes"
Face the price you pay for the you play
it's all said and done at the end of the day, you gotta

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

Judge and jury, get your case dismissed
When I get pissed and through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make your knock
Hypnotical hardrock that flop
It's the best crackin my nigga
Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don't deliver
From the home of the toe tag, and body bags
police with automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast or get 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
measures we take just to get by
for all the shit you gotta go through to get
by, do or die for the West coast
want to fuck with Xzibit but can't come motherfuckers

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

Tell people to call my people
Recognize all men are not equal
I'm lethal, all y'all 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 with some Leatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find some to lace
Pull a pistol my waist, nigga reach for space
Smack the out of your mouth if you talk shit
or hit so hard to the it make your back flip
My transcript number one up in this
It's nonsense, all y'all niggaz is conflict
associate with pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb
and then bounce with a couple, a tussle
You never enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle

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