Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

(Yeah) I can drink a Henessey 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, off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz continue to 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 the back of your throat
Always approach niggaz that's known for 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 they coats and Macy bags
No retaliation you runnin with fags
In these streets, you only good as last transaction
Funny style, and these ain't laughin
got it all fucked up in zero-zero
Think life is a for "Last Action 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 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
Get walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit is right
Get bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, your glass up

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

Get walk on, get your 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
Get your on, get your 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

y'all people to call my people
Recognize all men are not created
I'm lethal, all y'all faggots see-through
Only the kid "The Sixth Sense" can peep you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
When I get through the world'll be a better
A little Jesus mixed with some Leatherface
Go find some punch to spike, find 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 hard to the chin it make back flip
My number one up in this conference
It's nonsense, all y'all niggaz want is
Only associate with and the convicts
roll up in the spot with a bomb bitch
and then bounce with a couple, a tussle
You never have muscle to stop 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
pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
Get your walk on, get your head
I know you feelin the shit, shit is right
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, is dead right
Get your bounce on, dat ass up
pass me the bottle, fill your glass up
Get your walk on, get head tight
I know you feelin the shit, is dead right
Get your on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill glass up