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 the whole continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin territory in a blaze of glory
A story, livin off nothin but instinct
Bitch niggaz continue to floss and
And I'ma just continue to flow, rockin the boat
smoke three-hundred thousand dollars in dope
Don't my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always approach niggaz that's known for killin your
Be surprised who turn around and bust on y'all
Catch your mother or your 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 transaction
Funny style, and these niggaz ain't
got it all fucked up in zero-zero
Think life is a 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 you feelin 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 head tight
I you feelin the shit, shit is dead right
Get bounce on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, your glass up

Judge and jury, don't get your dismissed
I get pissed and smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make your shit
Hypnotical that don't flop
the best thing crackin my nigga
Lot of rappers talk of flashin the trigger but don't ever
From the of the toe tag, lowriders and body bags
police with automatics and nerve gas
Learn fast or get left behind (yeah)
You testify, you get in plastic (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 through to get
Stand by, do or die for the coast
want to fuck Xzibit but can't come close motherfuckers

Get walk 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 your up
Get your walk on, get head tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead
Get your on, back 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 y'all faggots remain
Only the kid from "The Sixth Sense" can you (DEAD PEOPLE!)
When I get through the be a better place
A little Jesus mixed with some Leatherface
Go some punch to spike, find some dope to lace
Pull a pistol from my waist, nigga reach for
Smack the taste out of your if you talk shit
or hit so hard to the chin it make your back
My transcript number one up in conference
It's nonsense, all y'all niggaz is conflict
associate with pros and the convicts
Xzibit roll up in the spot with a bitch
and then bounce a couple, motherfuck a tussle
You never have enough muscle to stop a nigga

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