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 is the heaven party
Nigga we got your back
You hoe

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

(Juicy J)
Late last night in the bed
red
Thinkin' I get these hoes
Thinkin' get these hoes
Thinkin' should I but they
a nigga plan a hit
Or my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they don't who they 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 ones who act
The on my left side
The side I'm God
Why do niggas shit
tryin' to stick together
Murder in the streets
Make you feel better
So I just walk in a
of a case to get a bitch erased
Chrome to your face
an't no game nigga
My is on the trigger
Your is runnin' out
My conscious say I get em'
Is there a way that a can escapre from hell
I fuck em' up the mosberg buckshell

x4

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

(Koopsta Knicca)
See I done me a two story house up on a rock
I done slept in the
And my since a clock get my pocket full nalvy
Bitch, my head and sense
I got whole wide world in my hand
Spin that ten as a rock
for that bill
Hard to kill
mentally ill
Still (??) in my face and bitch not say shit
I'm yelling quick, quick, quick, quick, quick,
Quick, quick , hold all my power
Stayin' blastin' bitch dip a crystal rub
That tough I've 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 all over the whole ceilin'

x2

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

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

x3