Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you stand the third
beside the one with the gate

I'm gonna walk there and knock on his door

Nigga is the heaven party
Nigga we got your back
You hoe

x8
Walk up to house
Knock on your
And your ass off

(Juicy J)
Late last lyin' in the bed
red
Thinkin' should I get these
Thinkin' should get hoes
Thinkin' I but they head
Should a plan a hit
Or my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they know who they fuckin' with
Call my Project Pat cause I know he got my back
Fruck rhymes
This is real shit not a
Camouflage in the dark for the ones who act
The on my left side
The side I'm God
Why do niggas talk
Never tryin' to stick
in the city streets
Make you fools feel
So I just walk in a
Thinkin' of a to get a bitch erased
Chrome to your face
This an't no nigga
My is on the trigger
time is runnin' out
My conscious say I get em'
Is there a way that a nigga can escapre hell
I fuck em' up the mosberg buckshell

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(Gangsta Boo)
Once I step up to door
I'm lettin' all you know
Point blank range to your
No in me hoe
Once I get shit
That plan in my is to get richer
Sittin' countin' motzerella cheese
That's the
up, do you wanna come
And against this lady
This lady stayin'
I'm bout' crazy
like the NAZI
Kickin' in the doors for your
Never ever
Stay my profits bitch
I don't a fuck about
What you the police know
They don't know me
All folk is Jane Doe
Comin' to soon
So beware of gangsta shit
has been said
Got you scared so I'm endin'

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

x2

(Lord Infamous)
Checkin' us out while tap on the
Kickin' them down hit the
Innocent victims are their door
Leavin' all drippin' in war
Run in the hallways in the room
away them bloody pools
Check for the posse they hidden up there
With a pillow case uder their
Will it be a bulet behind ear
want no moaning
No tears, cords
I took out that
No one stop all the terror in here
From the five five slut doggin' alcoholic man
Enchanted kickin' evil nigga
Named Infamous
what I knowledge do not
recognize the to you into trouble
kona kula serious draggin' dead bodies in back of my grey
Chevrolet on the way to her many
With a bombing in a

(DJ Paul)
I just stop
I on loading my gun
I be seein' masta stopa
Till I and I come
Cause I no sitcom
YOur com
Fool being
Flag on my
So no they seein'
Your me and a
Six double double six bitch ya
Face to face with the forty
One (??) a fast comes tryin' to scare to the hoe
four in the middle being your life sayin'
I'ma suckin' let this go
It no dead line
Cause they don't love but plenty
When I at you hoe
take this mask up off my face
We ain't ring the door bell
Just a of knocks
who it be your your
Fuckin' heart heart gonna
we gone

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