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 make the continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin your territory in a blaze of
A story, livin off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz to floss and lip-sync
And I'ma just continue to flow, rockin the boat
Probably three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your
Always approach that's known for killin your folks
Be surprised who could around and bust on y'all
Catch mother or your sister comin out of the mall
Bang holes through coats and they Macy bags
No retaliation you basically with fags
In these streets, you only good as your transaction
Funny style, and these niggaz ain't
y'all got it all up in zero-zero
life is a video for "Last Action Heroes"
Face the you pay for the games you play
When it's all said and done at the end of the day, you

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

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

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

Tell y'all to call my people
Recognize all men are not equal
I'm lethal, all y'all faggots remain
Only the kid "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
I get through the world'll 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, reach for space
Smack the taste out of your if you talk shit
or hit so to the chin it make your back flip
My transcript number one up in this
It's nonsense, all niggaz want is conflict
Only associate with and the convicts
Xzibit up in the spot with a bomb bitch
and bounce with a couple, motherfuck a tussle
You never enough muscle to stop a nigga hustle

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