Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

(Yeah) I can drink a Henessey fifth
Some that a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the whole continent (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, while the boat
Probably smoke three-hundred dollars in dope
Don't make my desert eagle touch the back of your throat
Always approach niggaz known for killin your folks
Be surprised who could turn around and bust on
Catch your mother or your sister out of the mall
holes through they coats and they Macy bags
No you basically runnin with fags
In these streets, you only good as your transaction
Funny style, and these niggaz laughin
y'all got it all up in zero-zero
Think life is a video for "Last 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 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 tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit is right
Get your on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your up

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

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

Tell y'all to call my people
all men are not created 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 place
A little Jesus mixed with some Leatherface
Go find 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 talk
or hit so hard to the chin it make your flip
My transcript one up in this conference
It's nonsense, all y'all want is conflict
Only with pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the with a bomb bitch
and then with a couple, motherfuck a tussle
You never have enough to stop a nigga hustle

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