Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you stand the house
Right the one with the gate

I'm walk over there and knock on his door

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

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

(Juicy J)
Late night lyin' in the bed
red
Thinkin' should I get these
Thinkin' should get these
Thinkin' should I but they
a nigga plan a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and care my business
Cause they don't know who fuckin' with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my
writin' rhymes
This is real not a track
Camouflage in the for the ones who act hard
The devil on my left
The side I'm God
Why do niggas talk
Never tryin' to stick
Murder in the streets
Make you feel better
So I walk in a pace
Thinkin' of a to get a bitch erased
Chrome to fuckin' face
This an't no game
My finger is on the
Your is runnin' out
My say I gotta get em'
Is there a way that a can escapre from hell
I fuck em' up with the buckshell

x4

(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' back countin' motzerella
the picture
What's up, do you come
And compete against lady
This stayin' scandelous
I'm bout' crazy
Comin' the NAZI
Kickin' in the doors for shit
Never hesitate
Stay my profits bitch
I don't a fuck about
What you the police know
They don't really me
All folk is Jane Doe
Comin' to your
So of this gangsta shit
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 done slept in the
And my since a clock get my pocket full nalvy
Bitch, count my and sense
I got that wide world in my hand
Spin ten as a trill rock
for that bill
Hard to kill
Koopsta ill
(??) in my face and bitch best not say shit
I'm quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick
Quick, quick , quick all my power
blastin' bitch dip into a crystal rub
That I've been seen his face, face thinkin' nigga
Fest for he wishes than vanity
In my pit with the on bitch and I'm peekin' now
Them niggas bustin' all over the ceilin'

x2

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

(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
YOur com
Fool being
on my face
So no identityl seein'
Your me and a
Six double double six ya bein'
Face to face with the forty
One (??) a fast comes tryin' to scare to the hoe
Forty four in the middle being your life
I'ma let this Ruga go
It ain't no line
Cause they don't but plenty hate
I come at you hoe
I'ma take this up off my face
We ain't ring the door bell
a couple of knocks
who it be your your
Fuckin' heart heart gonna
we gone

x3