Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

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

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

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

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

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