Luyện nghe bài hát Walk It, Talk It

Oh
All in

We gon' wit it
(Hey)
We gon' wit it
(Ooh)
Got me out
Yung bunch, don't say that again
bunch, y'all don't say that again

We gon' wit it
(Hey)
We gon' wit it
(Ooh)
Got me out
Yung bunch, y'all say that again
Yung bunch, y'all say that again

This face expression of a
Shot calla, gettin' down for miles of travelin' these walls
Leavin' the green ova bitches, shady a 50 licks
It's sad I had to leave 'em in critical

Up in that hoodlum wall club pourin' liquor on
It's green fellish for life there, go hit the lights
Back do it in park, as I bounced up out cash po'
Call up Joe, where he at? He at tha

Duckin' an' runnin' from these po pos outta control
30 cops a nigga from the ghetto
Got clean, [unverified]
Tired as hell, I put suit case down

We walk wit it
(Hey)
We gon' wit it
(Ooh)
Got me out
Yung bunch, don't say that again
Yung bunch, y'all say that again

6 o clock in tha stretchin' and yawnin' as the sun rise
Poorin' out liquor fo all my soldiers died
In these ghetto days, bussin' bottles and shoot the
It's them ghetto ways, them ways
(Hey)

My 1st mission of the day, wit a swisha up
They say ya back in the trap again shorty so
Where the weed at? Believe that, I that, so [unverified] niggaz
On the side get slack

Is it my last day, I knoe, but if I go
Put a blunt in my casket let mah soul smoke
So on 3, PPG fast for cannonville
On the souf side where heads ride we keep it real

We gon' wit it
(Hey)
We gon' wit it
(Ooh)
Got me out
Yung bunch, don't say that again
bunch, y'all don't say that again

I'm tryin' to cop the new bently
I got the fansies off the lot wit tha Cuban Frames
4 4's on top I them thangs
ya car slippin' in tha ya mite loose ya brain

Like a black bird, that's rite, up on the curve
David Atten on mah like CFA, GIA but call 'em Dedra Allison
Bay and billoms high flys and hideaways

In Dresden stay and
I got tha Nelly claw on the and do'
Ya neva saw a
do this shit befo'

We walk wit it
(Hey)
We gon' wit it
(Ooh)
Got me out
Yung bunch, y'all don't say that
Yung bunch, don't say that again

Let 'em kno, hood roun
The this how we doin' this here
Wun, knoe what I'm sayin'
Bringin' it to ya on the

strait street, all hood
America, we have a
4 real goin' down

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit that
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, hit mutha

Side what, West Side what
Down South fuka, where tha mouf motha fucka
East side, West Side, Side, South Side
in dis thang rite
ATL man, St. Louis man, magnolia, bounce bak, get what