Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you the third house
Right beside the one 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 your
And blow 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
a nigga plan a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my
Cause they don't know who they with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I he got my back
writin' rhymes
This is shit not a track
Camouflage in the for the ones who act hard
The devil on my left
The side I'm God
Why do talk shit
Never tryin' to stick
Murder in the city
Make you fools feel
So I just walk in a
of a case 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 nigga can from hell
I em' up with the mosberg buckshell

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(Gangsta Boo)
Once I up to your door
I'm all you bitches know
Point blank range to your
No in me hoe
Once I get shit
That plan in my head is to get
Sittin' back countin' cheese
That's the
What's up, do you come
And against this lady
This lady stayin'
I'm talkin' crazy
Comin' like the
Kickin' in the doors for shit
Never ever
about my profits bitch
I give a fuck about
What you sayin' the know
They really know me
All folk is Jane Doe
Comin' to your
So beware of this shit
Enough has said
Got you scared so I'm this

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

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

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

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