Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you the third house
beside the one with the gate

I'm gonna walk there and knock on his door

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

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

(Juicy J)
last night lyin' in the bed
red
Thinkin' should I get hoes
Thinkin' should get these
Thinkin' I but they head
Should a plan a hit
Or grab my pistol and take care my business
Cause they don't know who they with
Call my nigga Pat cause I know he got my back
Fruck writin'
This is real not a track
in the dark for the ones who act hard
The devil on my left
The side I'm God
Why do niggas talk
Never tryin' to together
in the city streets
Make you feel better
So I just walk in a
of a case to get a bitch erased
Chrome to your fuckin'
This an't no nigga
My is on the trigger
time is runnin' out
My say I gotta get em'
Is there a way that a nigga can escapre from
I em' up with the mosberg buckshell

x4

(Gangsta Boo)
Once I up to your door
I'm lettin' all you bitches
Point range to your skull
No in me hoe
I get that shit
That in my head is to get richer
Sittin' back countin' motzerella
That's the
What's up, do you wanna
And compete this lady
lady stayin' scandelous
I'm bout' crazy
Comin' like the
Kickin' in the doors for shit
Never hesitate
Stay about my profits
I don't give a about
you sayin' the police know
They don't know me
All them folk is Doe
Comin' to your
So beware of this shit
has been said
Got you so I'm endin' this

(Koopsta Knicca)
See I done built me a two story up on a rock
I done slept in the
And my clothes since a clock get my pocket full
Bitch, count my and sense
I got that wide world in my hand
Spin that ten as a rock
Still for bill
Hard to motherfucker
Koopsta ill
Still (??) in my face and bitch not say shit
I'm quick, quick, quick, quick, quick, quick
Quick, quick , quick all my power
Stayin' blastin' bitch dip a crystal rub
That tough I've been seen his face, face thinkin'
Fest for he than just vanity
In my pit with the 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' them down hit the
victims are shuttin' their door
Leavin' all drippin' in 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
Will it be a bulet behind ear
Don' want no
No tears, telephone
I took out that
No one stop all the terror in here
From the five five slut doggin' alcoholic man
door kickin' evil nigga
Named Infamous
Nigas what I do not
recognize the ultimate to you trouble
With kona kula serious draggin' dead bodies in of my grey
Chevrolet on the way to her many
a bombing in a bouqet

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

x3