Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you stand the house
Right beside the one the gate

I'm gonna walk over there and on his door

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

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

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

x4

(Gangsta Boo)
Once I step up to your
I'm lettin' all you bitches
Point blank to your skull
No in me hoe
Once I get that
That plan in my head is to get
back countin' motzerella cheese
That's the
What's up, do you come
And against this lady
This stayin' scandelous
I'm bout' crazy
Comin' the NAZI
Kickin' in the for your shit
Never ever
about my profits bitch
I give a fuck about
you sayin' the police know
They don't really me
All folk is Jane Doe
to your soon
So beware of this shit
Enough has been
Got you scared so I'm endin'

(Koopsta Knicca)
See I done built me a two house up on a rock
I done slept in the
And my clothes a clock get my pocket full nalvy
Bitch, count my and sense
I got whole wide world in my hand
Spin that ten as a rock
Still for bill
Hard to motherfucker
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 into a rub
That tough been 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 bustin' all the whole ceilin'

x2

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

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

x3