Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you stand the third
Right beside the one with the

I'm gonna walk over there and knock on his

Nigga this is the heaven
Nigga we got your tests
You hoe

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Walk up to house
on your door
And blow ass off

(Juicy J)
last night lyin' in the bed
red
Thinkin' should I get these
Thinkin' get these hoes
Thinkin' should I but they
Should a plan a hit
Or my pistol grip and take care my business
they don't know who they fuckin' with
Call my nigga Project Pat I know he got my back
Fruck rhymes
This is shit not a track
Camouflage in the dark for the ones who act
The devil on my left
The other I'm God
Why do niggas talk
Never tryin' to together
in the city streets
Make you feel better
So I just walk in a
Thinkin' of a case to get a bitch
to your fuckin' face
This an't no game
My finger is on the
Your time is out
My say I gotta get em'
Is there a way that a nigga can escapre hell
I fuck em' up with the mosberg

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(Gangsta Boo)
Once I step up to your
I'm all you bitches know
Point range to your skull
No in me hoe
Once I get that
That plan in my is to get richer
Sittin' back countin' cheese
That's the
What's up, do you wanna
And compete against this
lady stayin' scandelous
I'm bout' crazy
Comin' like the
Kickin' in the doors for your
Never ever
Stay my profits bitch
I don't give a about
What you sayin' the know
They really know me
All folk is Jane Doe
Comin' to soon
So beware of this gangsta
Enough has been
Got you scared so I'm this

(Koopsta Knicca)
See I done me a two story house up on a rock
I done slept in the
And my clothes since a clock get my pocket nalvy
Bitch, my head and sense
I got that whole wide in my hand
Spin that ten as a rock
Still for bill
Hard to kill
Koopsta ill
Still (??) in my face and bitch best not say
I'm yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick,
Quick, quick , hold all my power
Stayin' blastin' dip into a crystal rub
tough I've been seen his face, face thinkin' nigga
Fest for he wishes than vanity
In my pit the deadlock on bitch and I'm peekin' now
Them niggas bustin' all over the whole

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(Lord Infamous)
Checkin' us out while tap on the
Kickin' them hit the floor
victims are shuttin' their door
Leavin' all drippin' in war
Run in the look in the room
away them bloody pools
Check for the posse they up there poped
With a pillow case uder their
Will it be a bulet their ear
Don' want no
No tears, telephone
I out that wall
No one could stop all the terror in
From the five foot slut doggin' alcoholic man
Enchanted door kickin' nigga
Named Infamous
Nigas what I do not
recognize the ultimate to you into
With kona kula serious draggin' dead in back of my grey
Chevrolet on the way to send her
With a bombing in a

(DJ Paul)
I just can't
I keep on my gun
I can't be masta stopa
I fill and I come
Cause I ain't no
head com
Fool happy
on my face
So no identityl seein'
Your me and a
Six double double six ya bein'
Face to face with the bitch
One (??) a fast comes to scare to the trigga hoe
four in the middle being your life sayin'
I'ma suckin' let this go
It no dead line
Cause they don't but plenty hate
When I at you hoe
I'ma take mask up off my face
We ain't gonna the door bell
a couple of knocks
who it be presence your
Fuckin' heart gonna stop
we gone

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