Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you stand the house
Right the one with the gate

I'm gonna walk there and knock on his door

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

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

(Juicy J)
Late night lyin' in the bed
red
Thinkin' should I get these
Thinkin' get these hoes
Thinkin' should I but head
Should a plan a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my
Cause they don't who they fuckin' with
my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my back
Fruck writin'
This is real shit not a
Camouflage in the for the ones who act hard
The devil on my side
The side I'm God
Why do niggas talk
tryin' to stick together
Murder in the streets
Make you fools feel
So I just in a pace
Thinkin' of a to get a bitch erased
Chrome to fuckin' face
This no game nigga
My is on the trigger
Your is runnin' out
My conscious say I get em'
Is there a way a nigga can escapre from hell
I em' up with the mosberg buckshell

x4

(Gangsta Boo)
Once I up to your door
I'm lettin' all you bitches
Point blank to your skull
No in me hoe
Once I get shit
That in my head is to get richer
Sittin' countin' motzerella cheese
the picture
What's up, do you come
And compete against lady
This lady scandelous
I'm talkin' bout'
like the NAZI
Kickin' in the doors for shit
Never ever
Stay my profits bitch
I don't give a fuck
you sayin' the police know
They really know me
All them folk is Doe
Comin' to soon
So beware of gangsta shit
has been said
Got you scared so I'm endin'

(Koopsta Knicca)
See I built me a two story house up on a rock
I done in the dark
And my clothes since a clock get my pocket nalvy
Bitch, count my head and
I got that whole world in my hand
Spin ten as a trill rock
Still for bill
to kill motherfucker
Koopsta ill
Still (??) in my face and bitch best not say
I'm quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick
Quick, quick , quick all my power
Stayin' blastin' bitch dip into a rub
That tough I've been seen his face, thinkin' nigga
Fest for he than just vanity
In my pit with the on bitch and I'm peekin' now
niggas bustin' 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
all drippin' in bloody war
Run in the hallways in the room
Soakin' them bloody pools
Check for the posse they up there poped
With a pillow case their tools
Will it be a bulet their ear
Don' want no
No tears, cords
I took out wall
No one stop all the terror in here
From the five foot five doggin' 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 can't stop
I keep on my gun
I can't be seein' masta
Till I and I come
Cause I ain't no
YOur com
Fool being
on my face
So no identityl they
Your me and a
Six double six bitch ya bein'
to face with the forty bitch
One (??) a fast comes tryin' to to the trigga hoe
Forty four in the middle being your life
I'ma suckin' let Ruga go
It ain't no line
Cause they don't love but hate
I come at you hoe
I'ma take this up off my face
We ain't gonna ring the door
Just a of knocks
who it be your your
Fuckin' heart heart gonna
Cause we

x3