Luyện nghe bài hát Walk Up 2 Yo House

Yeah you the third house
Right the one with the gate

I'm gonna walk over there and knock on his

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

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

(Juicy J)
last night lyin' in the bed
red
Thinkin' should I get hoes
Thinkin' should get hoes
Thinkin' should I but they
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 I know he got my back
Fruck rhymes
is real shit not a track
Camouflage in the for the ones who act hard
The devil on my left
The other I'm God
Why do niggas talk
Never tryin' to together
in the city streets
Make you fools 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 time is out
My say I gotta get em'
Is there a way that a nigga can from hell
I fuck em' up with the buckshell

x4

(Gangsta Boo)
Once I step up to your
I'm all you bitches know
Point blank to your skull
No in me hoe
Once I get shit
That plan in my head is to get
back countin' motzerella cheese
That's the
What's up, do you come
And compete against this
This lady stayin'
I'm talkin' bout'
Comin' the NAZI
Kickin' in the doors for shit
Never hesitate
about my profits bitch
I give a fuck about
What you sayin' the police
They really know me
All them is Jane Doe
Comin' to your
So beware of this gangsta
has been said
Got you scared so I'm this

(Koopsta Knicca)
See I done me a two story house up on a rock
I slept in the dark
And my since a clock get my pocket full nalvy
Bitch, count my and sense
I got that whole world in my hand
Spin that ten as a rock
Still for that
Hard to motherfucker
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' dip into a crystal rub
That tough I've been seen his face, face nigga
Fest for he wishes than just
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 their door
Leavin' all in bloody war
Run in the hallways look in the
Soakin' away them bloody
Check for the posse they up there poped
With a pillow case uder tools
it be a bulet behind their ear
Don' no moaning
No tears, cords
I out that wall
No one could stop all the in here
From the five foot five doggin' alcoholic man
Enchanted kickin' evil nigga
Named Lord
Nigas what I do not
the ultimate to you into trouble
With kona serious draggin' dead bodies in back of my grey
on the way to send her many
With a bombing in a

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

x3