Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you the third house
Right the one with the gate

I'm gonna walk over there and knock on his

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

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

(Juicy J)
Late last lyin' in the bed
red
Thinkin' I get these hoes
Thinkin' should get hoes
Thinkin' should I but head
Should a plan a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and care my business
Cause they don't know who fuckin' with
Call my Project Pat cause I know he got my back
writin' rhymes
This is shit not a track
Camouflage in the dark for the who act hard
The devil on my side
The other I'm God
Why do talk shit
Never tryin' to together
Murder in the streets
Make you fools feel
So I just walk in a
of a case to get a bitch erased
Chrome to fuckin' face
This no game nigga
My finger is on the
time is runnin' out
My conscious say I get em'
Is there a way that a nigga can escapre from
I fuck em' up with the buckshell

x4

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

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

x2

(Lord Infamous)
Checkin' us out tap on the door
them down hit the floor
Innocent are shuttin' their door
Leavin' all in bloody war
Run in the hallways look in the
away them bloody pools
Check for the posse they hidden up poped
With a pillow case their tools
Will it be a behind their ear
want no moaning
No tears, telephone
I took out wall
No one could all the terror in here
From the five foot slut doggin' alcoholic man
Enchanted door kickin' evil
Named Lord
Nigas 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 send her
With a in a bouqet

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

x3