Luyện nghe bài hát Walk It, Talk It

Oh
All in

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

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

This face of a baller
Shot calla, gettin' down for miles of travelin' through these
Leavin' the ova bitches, shady tells a 50 licks
sad I had to leave 'em in critical conditions

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

Duckin' an' runnin' from po pos they outta control
30 cops chasin' a nigga 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
bunch, y'all don't say that again

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

My 1st of the day, wit a swisha fired 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 day, I don't knoe, but if I go
Put a blunt in my casket let mah soul smoke
So on 3, PPG street 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
Yung bunch, y'all don't say again

I'm to cop the new bently thang
I already got the fansies off the lot wit tha Cuban
4 4's on top I move thangs
ya car slippin' in tha hood ya mite ya brain

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

In Dresden and play
I got tha Nelly claw on the and do'
Ya saw a Yung
Nigga do this befo'

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

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

Uncut strait street, all
America, we have a
4 it's 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 mutha
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

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