Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

(Yeah) I can drink a whole Henessey
Some call a problem but I call it a gift
make the whole continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin your in a blaze of glory
A soldier story, off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz continue to and lip-sync
And I'ma just to flow, while rockin the boat
Probably three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the of your throat
Always approach niggaz that's known for 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 they bags
No retaliation you basically runnin fags
In these streets, you only good as your last
Funny style, and niggaz ain't laughin
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 your on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your up
Get your walk on, get your tight
I know you feelin the shit, is dead right
Get your on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, your glass up

and jury, don't get your case dismissed
When I get and smash through the makeshift
Uplift, this, make your shit knock
hardrock that don't flop
It's the best crackin my nigga
Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, lowriders and bags
police with automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast or get left quick (yeah)
You testify, you get wrapped in (hell yeah)
turn your SUV into a casket
Melt your parts in a tub full of sulfuric acid
Drastic measures we just to get by
for all the you gotta 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 your head
I know you the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, 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 bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch me the bottle, fill 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!)
When I get through the be a better place
A Jesus Christ mixed with some Leatherface
Go find some to spike, find some dope to lace
a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for space
Smack the taste out of mouth if you talk shit
or hit so hard to the chin it your back flip
My transcript number one up in conference
It's nonsense, all y'all niggaz is conflict
Only associate pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot a bomb bitch
and then bounce a couple, motherfuck a tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga

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