Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you stand the third
Right the one with the gate

I'm gonna walk over and knock on his door

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

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

(Juicy J)
Late last lyin' in the bed
red
Thinkin' should I get these
Thinkin' get these hoes
should I but they head
Should a plan a hit
Or grab my pistol and take care my business
Cause they know who they fuckin' with
my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my back
Fruck writin'
This is real not a track
Camouflage in the dark for the who act hard
The on my left side
The other I'm God
Why do niggas talk
Never tryin' to together
Murder in the city
you fools feel better
So I walk in a pace
Thinkin' of a case to get a bitch
Chrome to fuckin' face
This no game nigga
My is on the trigger
Your is runnin' out
My say I gotta get em'
Is there a way that a nigga can from hell
I fuck em' up with the mosberg

x4

(Gangsta Boo)
Once I up to your door
I'm lettin' all you bitches
Point range to your skull
No in me hoe
Once I get shit
That plan in my is to get richer
Sittin' back motzerella cheese
the picture
What's up, do you wanna
And compete against this
This lady stayin'
I'm talkin' bout'
Comin' the NAZI
Kickin' in the doors for your
Never hesitate
Stay about my profits
I don't give a about
What you sayin' the police
They don't really me
All folk is Jane Doe
Comin' to your
So beware of this gangsta
Enough has been
Got you scared so I'm endin'

(Koopsta Knicca)
See I done built me a two house up on a rock
I done in the dark
And my clothes since a get my pocket full nalvy
Bitch, my head and sense
I got that whole wide world in my
Spin that ten as a rock
for that bill
Hard to kill
Koopsta ill
Still (??) in my and bitch best not say shit
I'm yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick,
Quick, quick , quick all my power
Stayin' blastin' bitch dip into a rub
That tough been seen his face, face thinkin' nigga
Fest for he wishes than just
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 while tap on the
Kickin' them down hit the
Innocent victims are shuttin' their
Leavin' all in bloody war
Run in the hallways look in the
Soakin' away them pools
Check for the posse they hidden up there
With a pillow case uder their
Will it be a bulet their ear
Don' no moaning
No tears, telephone
I out that wall
No one stop all the terror in here
From the five foot five slut alcoholic man
Enchanted door kickin' evil
Lord Infamous
Nigas what I do not
the ultimate to you into trouble
With kona kula serious draggin' bodies in back of my grey
Chevrolet on the way to her many
With a bombing in a

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

x3