Luyện nghe bài hát Get Your Walk On

(Yeah) I can drink a Henessey fifth
Some call a problem but I call it a gift
Xzibit make the continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin your territory in a of glory
A soldier story, off nothin but instinct
Bitch continue to floss and lip-sync
And just continue to flow, while rockin the boat
Probably smoke thousand dollars in dope
Don't make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of throat
Always approach niggaz that's for killin your folks
Be surprised who could turn around and on y'all
your mother or your sister comin out of the mall
Bang holes through they coats and Macy bags
No retaliation you basically with fags
In these streets, you only good as your last
Funny style, and these niggaz ain't
got it all fucked up in zero-zero
Think is a video for "Last Action Heroes"
the price you pay for the games 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 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 the shit, shit is dead right
Get your bounce on, dat ass up
Bitch me the bottle, fill your glass up

Judge and jury, get your case dismissed
When I get and smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, your shit knock
Hypnotical that don't flop
the best thing crackin my nigga
Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but ever deliver
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)
Xzibit turn your SUV into a
Melt your 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
by, do or die for the West coast
want to fuck with Xzibit but can't close motherfuckers

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

Tell y'all people to call my
Recognize all men are not 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 better
A little Jesus Christ mixed 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 talk
or hit so hard to the chin it your back flip
My transcript one up in this conference
nonsense, all y'all niggaz want is conflict
Only associate with and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bomb
and then bounce with a couple, motherfuck a
You never have muscle to stop a nigga hustle

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