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 the whole continent shift (hell yeah)
Invadin your in a blaze of glory
A soldier story, livin off nothin but
niggaz continue to floss and lip-sync
And I'ma just continue to flow, rockin the boat
Probably smoke three-hundred dollars in dope
make my desert eagle barrel touch the back of your throat
Always approach niggaz that's known for your folks
Be who could turn around and bust on y'all
Catch mother or your sister comin out of the mall
Bang holes through they coats and they Macy
No retaliation you runnin with fags
In these streets, you only as your last transaction
Funny style, and these niggaz laughin
y'all got it all fucked up in
life is a video 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 walk on, get your head tight
I know you feelin the shit, shit is dead
Get your on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill glass up
Get walk on, get your head tight
I know you the shit, shit is dead right
Get your on, back dat ass up
Bitch pass me the bottle, fill your up

Judge and jury, don't get case dismissed
I get pissed and smash through the makeshift
Uplift, dump this, make your shit
Hypnotical hardrock don't flop
the best thing crackin my nigga
Lot of rappers of flashin the trigger but don't ever deliver
From the home of the toe tag, and body bags
earthquakes police with and nerve gas
Learn or get left behind quick (yeah)
You testify, you get in plastic (hell yeah)
turn your SUV into a casket
Melt your parts 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 West
want to fuck with Xzibit but can't close motherfuckers

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

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

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