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

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

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

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

Tell y'all people to call my
all men are not created equal
I'm lethal, all y'all remain see-through
Only the kid from "The Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
I get through the world'll be a better place
A little Jesus Christ mixed with some
Go some punch to spike, find some dope to lace
Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for
Smack the taste out of your mouth if you shit
or hit so to the chin it make your back flip
My transcript one up in this conference
It's nonsense, all y'all want is conflict
associate with pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bitch
and then bounce with a couple, a tussle
You never have muscle to stop a nigga hustle

Get walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead
Get bounce 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
Get your on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead
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 glass up