Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you the third house
beside the one with the gate

I'm walk over there and knock on his door

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

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

(Juicy J)
Late last night in the bed
red
Thinkin' should I get these
should get these hoes
Thinkin' I but they head
Should a nigga a hit
Or grab my grip and take care my business
they don't know who they fuckin' with
Call my Project Pat cause I know he got my back
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 to stick together
Murder in the streets
Make you feel better
So I just in a pace
Thinkin' of a to get a bitch erased
Chrome to your fuckin'
This an't no nigga
My is on the trigger
Your is runnin' out
My say I gotta get em'
Is there a way that a nigga can escapre hell
I fuck em' up with the buckshell

x4

(Gangsta Boo)
Once I step up to your
I'm lettin' all you know
Point blank range to skull
No in me hoe
Once I get shit
plan in my head is to get richer
Sittin' countin' motzerella cheese
the picture
What's up, do you come
And compete against this
lady stayin' scandelous
I'm talkin' crazy
Comin' the NAZI
Kickin' in the for your shit
Never ever
Stay about my profits
I don't a fuck about
you sayin' the police know
They don't know me
All them is Jane Doe
Comin' to your
So beware of this gangsta
Enough has said
Got you scared so I'm this

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

x2

(Lord Infamous)
Checkin' us out tap on the door
Kickin' down hit the floor
Innocent victims are shuttin' door
Leavin' all in bloody war
Run in the hallways look in the
Soakin' away them bloody
for the posse they hidden up there poped
With a pillow case uder tools
it be a bulet behind their ear
Don' want no
No tears, cords
I took out wall
No one stop all the terror in here
From the foot five slut doggin' alcoholic man
Enchanted door evil nigga
Named Infamous
Nigas I knowledge do not
the ultimate to you into trouble
With kona kula serious draggin' bodies in back of my grey
Chevrolet on the way to send her
a bombing in a bouqet

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

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